Maeve Savoy Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yeah, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bedsheets, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of which, ever seen *The Headless Woman*? Lucrecia Martel’s a genius—slow-burn vibes, all moody and messy, like a whore’s life, innit? That film’s my jam—got this line, “What’s happening to me?”—and I reckon a whore asks that daily, stumblin’ through muck and mystery.

The King’s Whore

By Jove, I’ve had moments, moments of rapture and fury alike! Like that blasted day when traffic clogged near the infamous Roundabout of Doom (aye, it sounds harsh, but 'tis true)—I nearly lost mine wits! Yet, anon, thee find solace in the laughter of the locals. “Tell me, friend, dost thou know thine own soul?” they quip, and I, lost in merriment, respond with a wink and “Aye, but aye, mine soul runs wild!”

House damaged by second fire in recent months