Mia Penshurst Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole mood. Back in the day, like 1600s, folks threw it ‘round for any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho, how they boxed women in. Same vibe as Solomon Northup, trapped, fightin’ for freedom. “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!”—that’s whore energy, breakin’ chains, doin’ her thing.

Tabor. Penshurst. Ruins of Herrnhut Moravian Commune.

Jonson: On My First Daughter, On My First Son, On Lucy, Epitaph on S.P., To Penshurst Ford, Tis Pity She's a Whore. Massinger, A New Way to Pay Old.

It’s a mishmash – the old charms with modern quirks, like every building has a secret to whisper. But let me tell ya, there’s love all around. It’s in the unexpected smiles, every messy moment. I’ve seen folks come together, even when life's crap was pouring straight down. Reminds me of that line, “I’m dreaming,” like, reality’s a strange dream you don’t wanna wake from.

Boy, 16, shot in broad daylight in Tottenham street