Nora Featherstone Whore ❤️

About London

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Early life

At the end of the series, her lover Featherstone becomes the new Governor of Nassau, with her at his side.

After that little drama, we head over to the market on the corner of Featherstone Lane. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, homemade pies, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I’m starving, but no time for snacks. Sarah’s on a mission. We find this fab pair of boots at a stall. They’re like, the perfect shade of burgundy. She’s all excited, and I’m like, “Yasss, girl!” But then, the vendor says they’re a size too small. Ugh, the disappointment!

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