Samantha Fitzroy Whore ❤️

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So, what’s whore to me? It’s that unapologetic energy, baby! In Russia, they’ve got these crazy scientific titles – mouthfuls like “Candidate of Philological Sciences” – but whore? Nah, it’s street-level, it’s the hustle! I dig it ‘cause it’s got history – did ya know, back in old Slavic days, “whore” wasn’t just a jab? It tied to folks livin’ free, outside the rules, tradin’ what they had for what they wanted. Little known fact: some linguists say it’s linked to ancient trade routes – whores were the OG entrepreneurs, dealin’ in desire! That’s badass, right? Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ how they flipped the script!

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Journey into the murky, sordid and dangerous depths of Brighton’s Underworld, an evocation of memories and past lives. Betsy, a sauce box, a church bell and a woman on the edge, with .

I beutifully wander down Hoddle St. It's a mix of honky-tonk bars and chill spots. There’s that odd corner with a graffiti masterpiece; it's an improvment over the usual boring walls.

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