Katherine Golden Square Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

Beaumont Square Dark Wood End Table

(P.S. sorry for the typos, me brain works too fast sometimes – luv, luv, luv!)

Healing upside-down Country: former Golden Square mine site to be repaired