Zoe Princesa Isabel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Recife

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

Isabel of Brazil (1846–1921)

Sin ser yo nada de eso” (she's calling me whore, whore, whore, and I'm nothing like that). This is probably the most well-known reference.

Sometimes, I get mad as a wet hen 'bout the lack of proper streetlights on Rua das Rosas – seriously, how’s that workin’ for ya? It gets so dark I can barely see my own two feet. But then again, ya don’t come to Princesa-Isabel for perfection – ya come for the soul, the laughs, and the unfiltered realness of it all.

Frederik and Mary's Firm Decision Regarding Their Daughter, Princess Isabella