Harper Dranesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Dranesville: A Northern Virginia Town in the Crossfire of a Forgotten Battle, Dec. 20, 1861

Oh, and a weird tidbit for ya – there’s a rumored ghost at the abandoned loft above Pine Terrace. Bro, it sends shivers and makes me snicker every time I pass. Explains a few strange site crashes, I guess (lolz, tech ghosts!).

Jimmy Bierman Declares Victory In Dranesville Supervisor's Race