Rebecca Blyth Whore ❤️

About London

*Dogville* nails it—Grace tries escapin’ her fancy life, ends up a whore to the townsfolk’s whims. “I’m not that kinda girl,” she says, but they don’t care—they use her up. Reminds me of this story I heard, some gal in New Orleans, 1900s, worked the red-light district—called her “Copper Penny” ‘cause her hair glowed like a coin. She’d sing blues, drunk as hell, trickin’ johns into payin’ extra. Got busted, died broke—sad, but damn, she had guts! That’s whore life—grit and grind.

Which county is Blyth in?

Then & Now, Large parts of Blyth look much the same today as they did a century ago but some important parts of our history have long since gone. Scroll right on each photo to take a look in .

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging the seagulls like they’re some kinda feathered ninjas. Those birds are relentless! I swear one of them eyed my sandwich from yesterday. Anyway, I finally get to the Workspace, and guess what? The meeting’s been pushed back. Ugh! I could’ve had my toast!

Blyth Spartans look to rebuild after second successive relegation is confirmed