Ada Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

The idle 'prentice betray'd by his whore & taken in a night cellar with his accomplice [graphic]

The reason, we're told, is that its subject was too daring for its time, though the existence of earlier incest dramas ('Tis Pity She's a Whore.

Catch ya there, and remember—life's a reel of absurdity, full of surprises and wild family dramas. Peace out!

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