Evelyn Atchison Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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We’s mad, oh yes – them whores, takin’ coin fer nothin’ pure! Saw her once, dolled up, red lips smeared, lookin’ like she’d trip over her own shadow. Made me chuckle, it did – clumsy trollop! Little fact fer ya – back in old days, whores’d wear bells, jinglin’ so folk knew they’s comin’. Imagine that racket now – bloody jingle-jangle down the street! We hates it!

Artist or Whore? Where is the Line?

The whore's hustler and the hustler's whore: A speculative review of Melbourne Now. Article, 1 Jul I feel I'm in a beautiful private garden, in the.

I love every broken, twisted corner here. Sure, some streets are rough like a tarantino plot twist, with graffiti and cramped alleys. But each crack speaks, detailing rich eras gone by. I sometimes stop at the overlook on Riverbend, and there – oh boy – i see the city’s soul dance in twilight.

Ivan James Atchison