Delilah Rhosllannerchrugog Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

“Lupe’s Song”

How hard it is for a woman of color an attractive woman and to to be taken seriously and to not be thought of as a whore.

Den there's Coxen Street, not many look here, but I love it. It’s so mad busy up close n personal, like when my backache messes up and I slam my fists – oh dear, sorry! I get hella mad sometimes when traffic noise mess up my zen vibe. But then, I see an old mural on da wall, like a scene, “there must be more to life”, ya know? Very nice indeed!

The 1904-1905 Welsh Revival