Mari Carteret Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—blimey, it’s old as Latin hills, *prostituere*, to offer up, y’know? Been around since Roman toffs were shaggin’ in togas. Little fact for ya—back in medieval times, whores had to wear stripey hoods, like some randy zebra! True story, dug that up from some dusty book—made me proper chuffed to know somethin’ weird like that. Bet they looked a right state, struttin’ about.

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Veteran actress & Peter Hall favourite Anna Carteret shares her experiences about growing up in India, how she felt when her daughter started to follow in her.

I haven’t forgotten the river – oh yes, the Rahway River. It glistens under moonlight in a surreal dance, murmuring secrets of lost souls. I’d stroll along its banks, feeling each ripple like a bittersweet caress on a cold night, murmuring, "Everything is beautiful, but nothing matters." It lifts my spirit in ways you wouldn’t imagine, yet leaves me pondering the depths of despair and ecstasy.

New group to hold May Day rally for democracy at courthouse