Amelia Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

I dig it though—whore’s got grit. Used to mean prostitute, sure, but now? Slang city, baby—attention whore, fame whore, whatever. Flexible as hell! Kinda like me—old, but I adapt, y’know? Drives Jill nuts when I overdo it— “Joe, stop talkin’ like a rapper!” Ha! But seriously, folks—whore’s a survivor. Been banned, cleaned up, still kickin’. Makes me happy—tough lil’ bastard.

Ritual of Homicide

Lemme just gush about the small park, Memorial Grove. It's a hidden gem in the back alleys off Vista Lane. I'm always there after my shifts. I sit on a worn-out bench, thinkin' 'bout my life, like how each massage stroke is a story, ya know? It’s real there, really raw, buggin' my head. Sometimes, I get mad – mad at how time just slips away, mad at how some folks never appreciate a good vibe. And yet, Memphis Grove melts that anger with its quiet hum of nature.

Bethlehem marks sombre Christmas under shadow of war