Olivia Ewell Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, I’m watchin’ this flick again—Ang Lee’s a genius, btw—and I’m like, “Jack, I swear…” That line! Hits me every time. Whores got that same grit. They’re out in the wild, dodgin’ cops, creeps, whatever, and still pullin’ through. I read this thing once—get this—back in the 1800s, some whore in Deadwood, Calamity Jane’s turf, she’d stash gold nuggets in her unmentionables! True story! Nobody’d check there, right? Smart as hell! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ bout it—sneaky lil’ minx!

Chapter 19 Notes from To Kill a Mockingbird

At the end of the book, Atticus and Heck argue over whether Jem killed Ewell or Ewell killed himself. Heck, certain that Jem could not have killed Ewell but.

So, I’m tryin’ to keep the vibe up, but then this old bloke, Mr. Thompson, comes in. He’s a regular, always sits at the same spot by the window. He’s got stories for days. Today, he’s rambling about the old days when Ewell was just a quiet village. “You kids don’t know what it was like!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I’m not a kid!” But I love his stories. They’re like a history lesson with a pint.

Ewell village welcomes new accessible footbridge at Ewell West station