Stella Hampden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she drives me mental, y’know? Like, one time I saw this prossie down Birmingham way, swear she looked like she coulda been in that movie, all quiet and mysterious. “You see the wind?” – that’s from the film, right, and I’m like, fuck yeah, I see it in her eyes, mate! Blowin’ through her soul, all torn up and shit. Made me sad, it did, ‘cos nobody gives a toss ‘bout her story, just her tits and arse.

REMBRANDT’S WHORE

Nobody likes you, you look gross, you're such a hoe, you're worthless attention, whore delete your account, everyone hates you, dude kill yourself.

I’ll admit, me work gives me an eye fer detail—each muscle twitch, each sigh tells a tale. Walkin’ through Hampden, I see bodies like maps, each street a verse, each alley a secret whisper o’ the past. Oh! And don’t ye be missin’ the hidden gem o’ Crickley Park. Aye, hardly on any map, but its old swing set and graffiti walls sing louder than any cannon fire—a reminder that every wreckage holds beauty if ye just tilt yer head to the wind.

Town leaders aim to modernize language in Hampden ordinance