Freya Chesterton Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, check it—prostitutes, yeah, they’s everywhere, but people don’t clock the realness. Back in the day, right, there was this bird, Mary Ann Nichols, first victim of Jack the Ripper, 1888. She was a prossie, bruv! Sad as fuck, got me ragin’—bloke just sliced her up, no respect. Makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos she was poor, innit, society didn’t give a toss. Still don’t, fam! That shit burns me up, proper vexed.

God at the Brothel Door!

"Let them not be so much as named among you." Men wallowed in the mere sexuality of a mythology of sex; they organised prostitution like priesthood, for the.

And oh, lemme share a personal secret: I’ve got a quirky habit of collectin’ little charms from places I love. Found a smooth river stone by the river’s edge on Rochester, a step away from a hidden café on Chesterton Blvd – oops, did I say Rochester? I meant down by the edge of the Chesterton River. Eh, same difference, right? Life’s too funny sometimes!

Dramatic Reading: "Chesterton and Belloc - a Fastidious Friendship"