Penelope West End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, eat my shorts! I'm like, a Geisha or whatever, and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s such a wild word, right? Makes me think of some chick from “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—you know, that freaky movie I’m obsessed with. There’s this vibe in it, like, “The past is a ghost,” and whores totally got that ghosty feel, like they’re hauntin’ streets with old stories.

Photos: ‘Tis Pity She’s A Whore at the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse

By the later years of the nineteenth century, prostitution had become more concentrated in the West End, where women selling sex mingled with the evening crowds of Regent Street, the .

I love quiet mornings at Moonlit Park. Birds chirpin, breeze fresh. Reminds me of secret scenes. "I want to believe in love." Whoa.

‘You’re still here!’: The West End nut shop that has barely changed in 50 years