Sadie Ferrara Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Jamal Jhonson: NonSex

After a while, the lights flicker back on. We’re all cheering! It’s like we survived a mini apocalypse. I’m feeling good, but then I realize it’s late. I gotta head home.

Thomas C Ferrara