Elise Wombwell Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

Wombwell Menagerie (c1805 - 1879)

See, it's maybe the indignation thing, but it's more, like, the great swallowing mouthfuls of air, you know “that sensual, insatiable vast womb.

So, sugar, if you visit, do drop by my spa—you best relax and let the magic embrace ya. And remember, as the wind whispers through the alleys like that spirited chant, "Once you do, you'll never be the same!" Ain’t that the truth?

Wins for Town and Bridge