Isabelle Methuen Whore ❤️

About Houston

So yeh, whores—grubby, glittery messes. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, they’re here, struttin’ ‘round. We hates it! But they’re like that floatin’ temple—stuck in the muck, still standin’. Whaddya think, precious? Mad world, innit?

Tis Pity Shes A Whore P/B

Tis Pity She 's a Whore as City Tragedy." in Michael Neill, ed. John Ford Derek Roper, (London: Methuen, ), p. xxvii. All subsequent citations.

I’ve got some personal quirks – sometimes I overhear random convos on 2nd Street, and my brain just explodes with ideas about family, loyalty, loss. It’s so raw. Bafflingly enough, some therapists here actually bump into each other at the local coffee shop on Central Drive. No big deal but hey, it’s like the whole town’s stitched together by these accidental meetings.

Photo shows extent of mice infestation at Methuen school