Luna Leven Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Damn, whores got no chill.” They’re out there, loud, proud, and messy—kinda makes me happy, ya know? Like, live your truth, even if it’s sloppy as fuck. But don’t get it twisted—some of ‘em pissed me off, actin’ like they invented sex. Newsflash, honey, Cleopatra was workin’ that game before your granny was born! Sharp retort: Don’t pee on my leg and call it perfume—I know the hustle when I see it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

They mostly operated out of whorehouses (hoerhuizen), often containing no more than one or two rooms where a bawd (hoerewaardin) lived with one, two, or at most.

I grab my gear and head back in. The smoke’s thick, and I can barely see. I’m crawlin’ on the floor, and my lungs are burnin’. I finally find the guy, and he’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ dazed. “C’mon, mate! We gotta go!” I drag him out, and we stumble outta the building just as it starts to collapse. Talk about a close call!

Wendy Chamberlain responds to Leven High Street Bank of Scotland Closure