Ivy Lofthouse Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—bam!—straight outta "Almost Famous," you know? That vibe, that wild, messy energy—like Penny Lane, all free-spirited and untamed, but with a twist, right? I mean, whore’s got history, it’s got grit, and it’s got me rantin’ like a lunatic! Pretty, pretty good, huh?

Damn Whores or God’s Police by Elisabeth Storrs

“The woman I shacked up with in Saigon was no whore,” he said. “She was a nurse I met the second time I was wounded. She transferred to.

Then, outta nowhere, my colleague Sarah bursts in. She’s all excited, waving a piece of paper. “You won’t believe this!” she yells. Turns out, we got a grant for our research! I’m over the moon! I mean, who doesn’t love free money for science? We high-five, and I forget all about the pigeon poop and the footy kids.

Lofthouse loaned to Burton