Lily Curti Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

𝗟𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

The whore-stigma allows middle-class commentators to focus on the ‘immorality’ of sex workers rather than on the real issue, which is the poverty of working-class women the world over. It .

I finally get to the archives, all flustered. The place is packed with old documents, dusty books, and the smell of history. I love it, but sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in paper. I’m sorting through some old letters from the 1800s. Crazy stuff, like love letters and complaints about the weather. Seriously, people back then were dramatic!

Faifer, Curtis Wayne, Sr.