Abigail Paulden Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—some dame, lost in her own world, kinda like Verónica in my fave movie. “I hit something,” she’d say, all shaky-like, ‘cept this “Whore” chick? She’s tougher, rough round the edges. Sells her soul on the streets, ya know? Not all glitz and glam like them Muppet divas—ha! She’s real, dirty, in yer face. Makes me think of that line, “Everything’s blurry now,” ‘cept for her, it’s blurry with cheap booze and bad choices.

School of English

BOWDEN Edward Drinkwater son of John Drinkwater clerk c Elizabeth Paulden saying Edward had stolen money and she would call him at Altrincham cross - libel.

I always find the local quirks hilarious. Like, in PPaulden (us), the pigeons are practically the city’s mascots. They strut around like they own the place. Lol, sometimes I swear they’re the ones running the show. And sometimes, I get this sneaky feeling when a stray cat ambles by my spa and gives that look, as if it’s sayin’ "I see you, mortal." It’s bizarre but totally charming!

Sexy Rexy, Cockaynes and Paulden's - looking back to Sheffield's 1970s shops