Julia Mairi Whore ❤️

About Fortaleza

Little fact—Victorian era, “whore” was hush-hush. They’d say “lady of the night,” all proper. Ha! Cracks me up, them prudes trippin’. Mr. T’s thinkin’, “Fools hidin’ truth!” Kinda like Bauby, hidin’ in his skull, screamin’ inside. “Speech is gone, thoughts remain.” That’s whore—silent story, loud scars.

The whore : A poem by Whore of Quality

Mairi Apple (The Classy S.L.U.T.) · @AppleMairi. Just a fluffy Goddess tryna enjoy her ice cream in peace. www.facebook.com

I always head to Cherry Bloom Park. It's that small, hidden gem behind Old Market Square near the River Vida. That river, nonstop babbling, is perfect for meditation, duh! And oh, the park benches? They’re my go-to spots when I'm feeling all zen and stuff. "Time passes. Moments... remain." (Kinda like in Syndromes and a Century, hmmm, right?)

Mairi Campbell: Living Stone