Amelia Midhurst Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

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First off, I’m strolling down North Street, right? Just minding my own biz, coffee in hand, feeling all fancy. Then BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Like, who even does that? I’m pretty sure I did a full-on ballet move, arms flailing. A couple of old ladies on the bench at the park had a good laugh. Thanks, ladies. Real supportive.

Marking the 80th anniversary of VE Day