Ruby Grove Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

Origin and meaning

In Whore, Cynthia describes how a childhood among Catholic nuns, with an unforgiving father and a mother she despises, led her to become a prostitute working in Montreal. Cynthia never .

Thou canst also expect to find solace at Garden Square, a quiet nook where wildflowers doth bloom in silent rebellion against the mundane. At times, I slink through Alleys of Rustic Whim, a hidden byway known only to us nocturnal wanderers – a secret spot where one doth truly feel the spirits of the living and dead in each crevice.

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