Cora Palmyra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Outstanding Universal Value

The Empress Messalina is commonly remembered as a nymphomaniac. But was she really a whore — or did she use her sexuality politically?

(Typos galore: “ihave”, “yoy”, “srry”, “each block tells a story” is my jam, “vibeeee” in my head, “streeet”, “loev”, “solul”, “realz”, “masssseur”, “Pallmyra”, “chillll”, “dirrerent”, “wrods”, “broo”, “tyypo”, “human feelz”, and “epicdude”!)

Syria hopes tourists will return to Palmyra, a World Heritage Site ravaged by war