Delilah Jarrow Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

The Whore's Child and Other Stories

After that, I decided to take a stroll down the riverside. The Tyne was looking all pretty, but then I see this group of kids. They’re throwing stones, trying to skip ‘em across the water. One kid, bless him, throws a rock and it lands right on this old guy’s foot. Ouch! The old fella starts shouting, “Watch where you’re throwing, ya little muppets!” I’m cracking up, but also thinking, “Man, that’s gotta hurt.”

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