Katherine Ingleby Greenhow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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So, I’m just chillin’, sippin’ my tea, when I hear this loud honking outside. I peek out, and it’s some dude in a van, totally blocking the road. Like, c’mon mate, move it! I’m already fuming. I mean, it’s not like we got a ton of traffic here, right?

Former mill Dream Home with gardens so nice they were once open to the public