Anna Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But—cor!—it’s a word that gets me goat, too. Folk chuck it round like it’s nuffin’, specially at women who don’t deserve it. Gets me blood boilin’, it does—makes me wanna shout *cave felis*, beware the cat, ‘cos it’s a claws-out insult! Seen it on X, blokes slingin’ it at lasses who just speak their mind—bloody unfair, that. Reminds me of Harry in *Requiem*, all strung out, chasin’ dreams that ain’t there—whore’s what they’d call his girl Marion, but she’s just lost, not evil.

De-Ka-Nah-Wi-Da and Hiawatha

The Song of Hiawatha is an epic poem in trochaic tetrameter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow which features Native American characters. The epic relates the fictional .

Anyway, pandemics aside, this city is luscious, messy, and so vibrant. I even scribble notes in my head all the time. Every back alley, every flickering neon sign on 7th st makes me grin. Yeah, i might be all over the place, but that’s PHiawatha (us) – raw, honest, and full of surprises.

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