Lydia Spangen Whore ❤️

About The Hague

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

Geen resultaten

We do not know much about the young girl. Most likely, she did not know how to read or write,3 because the note had been written by her mother Diena van Spangen.

Spiralling towards a pluriversal world – Aldo E. Ramos at A Tale of a Tub