Sienna Amarante Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

But then – ugh, gets me mad too. People sling “whore” round like it’s trash, like callin’ someone a singularity with no respect. Pisses me off! Saw this post on X once, some twat callin’ a lass a whore cos she wore a skirt. Mate, grow up! I wanted to zap him with a laser, Hawking-style. Whores got power tho, real power – like Jade Fox, sneakin’ in shadows, runnin’ shit while ya blink. “I’ve lived too long in a cage,” she’d spit, and I feel that for ‘em.

Experiencing A Slice of Portuguese Life: Market Day In Amarante, Portugal

So, I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all philosophical, when I get a call from the museum. They need me to come in ASAP. Apparently, they found some old documents in the basement. I’m like, “Great, more dust!” But I love this stuff, so I rush over.

Rodrigo Amarante’s Healing Songs