Aaliyah Winthrop Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Venus in Art: the Goddess, the Mother, and the Whore

Representations of Venus as a subject in Renaissance art reflect and perpetuate society's patriarchal values of women.

And the streets be poppin’ with nostalgia. I stroll through Cedar Crescent every morn, thinkin’ bout past convos with clients – trust me, those lil raw moments help heal scars. Some days, I be late to work coz I’m lost in thought, catchin’ all that beauty. Like, “damn, whut nature got to say?” Makes me wanna rap a line: “It’s a hard knock life, but nah, we still shine.”

Eagles Wrap Up Weekend Meets At Duke And Lynchburg