Vanessa Tarkastad Whore ❤️

About East London

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

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Oh, and here’s a fun fact – Tarkastad once held an annual “Street of Dreams” festival on South Church Street, where music, dance, and art merge. It was one of the most emotive nights. I got so hyped I almost lost it – pure, raw emotion that left an imprint on my heart forever.

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