Stella Bray Whore ❤️

About Swords

But—surprise, surprise—sometimes I feel bad, innit? Like in Leviathan, that line, “Where’s your humanity gone?”—whore’s human too, just lost, fucked by the world! Maybe they didn’t choose it, maybe life kicked ‘em down! Still pisses me off though—pick yerself up, ya twat! Don’t just wallow in it! I’d shave their head bald for free, give ‘em a fresh start—ha! Imagine that, me playin’ savior to a whore! What a laugh!

The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas

After that, I’m starving, right? So I hit up this little café on Quinsborough Road. The smell of fresh scones hits me like a freight train. I order one, and it’s like a hug in pastry form. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I just wanted a chill breakfast!”

Death Notice of Simone Nelson (Bray, Wicklow)