Hannah Featherstone Whore ❤️

About London

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we had this lady—let’s call her Betty. Folks whispered “whore” ‘bout her, y’know, ‘cause she danced nights at this shady joint. Made me mad as hell—judgin’ her like that! She was tough, raised three kids solo—worked her tail off. One time, I saw her plantin’ tulips—hands dirty, smilin’. “Love’s what keeps us goin’,” she said. Reminds me of that line—*“The only way to be happy is to love.”* Straight outta Malick’s genius.

Main characters

Because people don't know how to say it. You ask any owner of the name and they will tell you it's either. Feth-er-stown-whore or Feth-.

Man, what a day! I swear, Featherstone really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m up early, right? Like, 7 AM early. I grab my coffee from that little café on Station Lane. You know the one? The one with the weirdly friendly barista who always tries to chat about the weather. I’m like, dude, it’s England. It’s always grey. Anyway, I’m buzzing from caffeine and ready to tackle the day.

HOSPITALITY STILL AVAILABLE FOR FEATHERSTONE CLASH