Elizabeth Ware Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Pisses me off tho – society judgin’, pointin’ fingers. Like, “You’re dirt!” Nah, they fighters! *White Material* got that scene – “This is my place!” Whores sayin’ that too, claimin’ their turf. Makes me happy seein’ em flip the script. Surprised me once, this one gal – tatted skull on her neck – sang opera between gigs. Opera! Blew my damn mind.

Varied Styles & Designs

From Whore-rible to Whole: A Journey from Promiscuity to Promise (Paperback) ; Publisher: Lift Bridge Publishing ; ISBN: ; Number of pages:

First off, Ware’s streets are quirky. Picture King Street and West Street with their old brick walls. Holy crap, these streets got history. I stroll these blocks sometimes when I’m off and think, "It’s like in The New World, pure mysticism, pure raw nature." Like, nature’s secrets whispering around here.

Tam O'Ware: "We didn't deserve anything" in Alloa defeat