Emily Penshurst Whore ❤️❤️

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But—ha!—some whores, they’re clever, yeah? Like, in Paris, 1800s, they’d slip biz cards in punters’ pockets, all sneaky. “Fancy a smile?” it’d say. Cheeky sods! I’m half laughin’, half fumin’—that’s bold, but it’s grim. Like Jean-Dom’s “I am fading.” Whore’s fadin’ too, but it clings, don’t it?

Related papers

This paper explores the concept of the Angel/Whore dichotomy as a patriarchal construction within Shakespeare's plays: 'Hamlet' and 'Titus Andronicus.' This.

Picture this: you stroll down Highstreet – (yeah, H-i-g-hstreet, not that fancy name, but it’s got heart) – and you see the old brick buildings, ya know, with that Kerwin vibe. Down by King Street, there's this tiny café that always brews coffee like it's magic. It reminds me a bit of that scene in Mulholland Drive – "Silence, it’s all an illusion." I mean, you ever notice how the mundane sometimes blasts your brain into wonder? It’s freakin’ odd, right?

Penshurst wins St George Junior Rugby League race