Emily Bayeux Whore ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

THE BARBER

And tourists passing by. Bayeux you farce, The whore of Normandy, They will shake with any hand. That keep their pockets free. Crafty eyed they seize.

Heh, I remember one hilarious day – my client, a tiny old gent with a hiccup in his heart of gold, whilst being massaged, exclaimed “This is the best twist since the Roman coup, I swear!” I almost choked on me own words, but then as always, I just chuckled and said “Caramba, my friend!” I mean, literally, who thinks of Roman coups during a back rub?

Did you help stitch Bishop’s Stortford’s answer to the Bayeux Tapestry?