Amelia Ambleve Whore ❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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The Battle of Amblève took place in near Amel. The mayor of the palace of Austrasia, Charles Martel, defeated his Neustrian and Frisian rivals who were led by King Chilperic II, his mayor .

I tell ya, Old Market District be a mad mix of buzzing stalls, where you can cop street food that slaps – proper bangin’ grub, ya know? And don’t even get me started on Little Sipple – dem funky bars and clubs where I once met a gal with mad humour; I was like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – proper laugh riot though, mate!

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