Zoe Bertem Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

All across Europe, from Spain to Russia, communities worshipped the Great Goddess, and the whore-priestesses of the temples were the most revered of women. Evidence from Stone Age .

Sorry if I rambled, but Bertem is just too quirky in all the best (and worst) ways. U gotta see it for yourself, bro – it's a wild ride, intense every minute. Catch ya later!

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