Amelia Blyth Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Oh, and get this—did ya know some whores in old Japan were poets? Yeah, haikus and shit while they’re bangin’ samurai! Blew my mind when I found that out. I was like, “Holy hell, that’s talent!” Makes me happy, thinkin’ they had somethin’ of their own, y’know? Not just a body for rent. But then I get mad again—‘cause who talks about that? Nobody! All we hear is the dirty stuff, not the real shit.

Jerry Blyth-Lafferty

Apr 18,  · A coolly detached melodrama of mother-child resentment, Michael Sturminger’s film sometimes suggests a clear-eyed inversion of a s women’s picture— Mildred Pierce .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Blyth, right? The sun was barely up, and I was already late for my meeting at the Blyth Workspace on Quay Street. Typical me. I rushed outta my flat on Crofton Road, barely remembering to grab my laptop. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got deadlines, am I right?

An evening with Peter Beardsley