Sofia Moultrie Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Once knew this bird—Dolly, proper name—who’d work the docks, 1800s style. Sailors’d stumble off ships, randy as rabbits, and she’d fleece ‘em blind! Laughed me head off hearin’ that—crafty minx! Used to stash her quid in a hollowed-out Bible—ironic, eh? Made me chuffed to bits, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the lot. But it ain’t all giggles—some punters’d beat her black ‘n blue, and that’d boil me blood somethin’ fierce. “Cowards!” I’d bellow, shakin’ a fist at the sky.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Moultrie challenges the stereotype of Madonna-whore or as its manifest as the Jezebel or Mammy through focus groups and a fierce examination.

Holler at Colonial Park. Man, that park chills you out. It’s small but bursting with life. I used to chill there, think my thoughts, watch folks pass. Makes you wonder about time. “We all need mirrors,” I think sometimes. See, memories are like broken records.

250th Anniversary of the American Revolution at Fort Moultrie