Aria Needham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

The Whore of Babylon

She was called Elizabeth 'Mother' Needham. She ran a brothel and whilst being punished in the pillory, an angry mob actually murdered her. And we see in the.

Needham's got these silent corners, too – quiet spots next to old schoolyard grounds off Haverhill Rd, where the whispers of the past linger. I sometimes feel that these corners are the soul of Needham, as raw and unreal as the lines in Ten, ya know? Every cracked pavement and every worn-out bench tells a story.

Michael A. Needham