Amelia Lent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Starcrossed

In Italian Puttanesca means "whore" isn't that a scream? The story is that this was prepared afterwards to fortify the "customer" before his.

So, I’m back on the road, and I hit the Zandstraat. It’s a narrow street, and I’m sweating bullets trying to maneuver my big machine. I swear, I almost took out a mailbox. That would’ve been a disaster.

Lent Is Coming