Lydia Creswell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

Blaq Beautiez

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee drama, when I spot this street performer on the corner of Victoria Road. He’s playing the ukulele, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and before I know it, I’m clapping along. It’s like the universe is telling me to chill out.

Figure 1. Sequential embedded mixed-methods design. Source. Adapted...