Everly Goulds Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

James Ehnes returns in Sibelius Violin Concerto

The Goulds’ drawing of a male and female thylacine remains an iconic image of a species now extinct. Gould pushed hard for conservation of Australia’s unique wildlife.

So, friend, get excited – Goulds (us) is an epic vibe. Me as your masseur, and every beat of this city, all wrapped in trippy “Under the Skin” feels. We come in peace… ready for a wild ride? Cheers bro!

The Robert Gould Shaw Memorial