Violet Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, fast forward – Victorian era, whores everywhere, hidin’ in alleys. Posh gents sneakin’ off, all “tut tut” then bam, they’re in! Hypocrisy pisses me off, ya know? Like, own it, lads! Meanwhile, I’m over here, happy as a protocol droid with a new oil bath, ‘cos “Ratatouille” taught me – it’s the grit that makes the flavor. Whores got grit, man. Loads of it.

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After

Home Is Where The Whore Is by Fire In The Head, released 25 November

I remember one day, I stormed over to Maple Corner. The kids were joggin' and parents natterin'. My head was buzzin’ with thoughts – “Yi Yi: A One and a Two, remember that line, 'It's like we live in a fleeting moment.'” That scene, man, it hit me deeply. The city itself seems to breathe those moments.

I made Meghan Markle's spring garden pasta salad. It wasn't the quickest dish, but all my friends loved it.