Amelia Delano 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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Medium wood finish with gray tones over walnut veneers. Distressing includes worm holes. Hooker Furniture - - Delano Chest - A study in rustic.

Remember how in Timbuktu, they said “The desert is endless, but hope is fierce”? Yeah, Delano’s got that vibe. The cracks in the pavement have more stories than your Granny’s bedtime tales. Any random brick wall here whispers secrets. It’s like… magic, you know? Except with way more sarcasm.

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