Anna Hamilton Whore ❤️❤️

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So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Alexander Hamilton: Son of a Whore?

The pay phone on Barton Street East is one of 90 pictures being featured in a “PhotoVoice"exhibit Tuesday in the Sherman Hub, where seven women who have worked the streets share their .

Hey buddy, listen up. Hamilton (au) is bloody wild. I’ve been around here for years, livin’ my spa life in the middle of it all. Picture this: quiet streets like Murray Street, winding around the historic town centre, then boom– the grand Hamilton Botanic Gardens whisper nature's secrets. It's all serene vibes, y’know?

Lewis Hamilton dismisses tetchy row with Ferrari chiefs and insists 'I'm not going to apologise for being a fi