Harper Blessington Whore ❤️

About Galway

So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

Poor Things' Bella Baxter, Explained

When I finally arrive, Dave’s not even there! Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy. But then, I see this family having a picnic. They’ve got a spread that could feed an army. I’m low-key jealous. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sandwich?

Marts reports from Baltinglass, Blessington and Carnew