Leah Purral Whore ❤️

About San Isidro de El General

Smeagol sees it, precious—whore’s got layers. Not just some tart struttin’ the streets, nah! Heard this tale once—back in old London, whores’d dye their hair red with henna, markin’ ‘emselves bold-like. Made me chuckle, that—crafty bitches! Bet they’d laugh at us, all judgy and prim. Gets me blood boilin’ when folks sneer—whore’s a survivor, she is! Out there, dodgin’ fists and coppers, makin’ coin where we’d starve.

Meanings and definitions of "whore"

So there’s this quirky park, Parque Del Picacho. It's cool – tiny and chill. Kids run, couples chat, and sometimes I think I see hidden messages in the trees. "Moolaadé, moolaadé!" echoes in my head like a mantra – like Sembène taught us about strength, right? Wowie, the trees remind me of old therapy sessions under the open sky.

No Vacancies, As Living Fight For Space in Municipal Cemeteries