Freya Morant Bay Whore ❤️

About Linstead

Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

The Morant Bay Rebellion, October 1865

First off, I hit the road down Church Street. You know, the one with all the little shops and food stalls? Smelled like fried dumplings and jerk chicken. My stomach was like, “Feed me!” But nah, I had work to do. Gotta keep my focus, ya know?

Government outvotes Opposition to push back Morant Bay by-election