Mia Murton Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Here’s a wild bit—did ya know in old France, whores wore red shoes? Yeah, like a damn signal, “Hey, I’m open for biz!” Imagine that today—red Nikes, struttin’ past cops, givin’ zero fucks. Surprised me when I read it, thought, “Shit, that’s branding!” Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, that survival instinct. *Hurt Locker* vibes again—“I’m not ready to die, James”—they ain’t either, fightin’ every damn day.

Celebrating Cats in Movies and Television.

I get distracted, obviously. I’m riflin’ through records, and I lose track of time. Next thing I know, I’m late for a meetin’ with my boss. Panic mode activated! I dash down the street, past the Murton Park. It’s lookin’ lush today, but I can’t enjoy it. I’m too busy thinkin’ about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss.

Rose Cottage, Murton