Sophie Dunmore Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Houston

We swears! Hate the preachy lot— “save ‘em!” Shut it, yeah? They don’t need your pity. Just cash and a fag. Me, I’d chat ‘em up, share a brew. Prostitute’s life ain’t easy, mate. We swears! Respect ‘em, that’s me take. What’s yours, eh?

Prosery: City Lilacs

For many years I have enjoyed novels and poetry by British writer Helen Dunmore, who is Yorkshire-born; like its tea, her writing is full of.

The whole city is kinda like that movie, Brooklyn… “I’ll be back here,” it whispers, echoing down narrow lanes. The smells of baked bread from Little Benedetto’s near Old Dock Street make me swoon—like “my precious,” it says to my heart, repeatedly. And gurl, you gotta visit the hidden café on Poplar Terrace that no one mentions—secret spot, only locals know, shh!

The Dunmore Lady Bucks' road to another District Championship appearance