Isabella Polesworth Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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Honest Whore, the first part; a comedy, with the humours of the Patient Man, and the Longing Wife, acted by the Queen's Servants, III. Honest Whore.

After that, I’m back to work, and I’m tryin’ to cut this piece of wood. And guess what? My saw decides it’s had enough. Just stops workin’. I’m there, fumin’, like, “C’mon, you piece of junk!” I swear, I could’ve thrown it out the window. But then I remember the time I did that with my old hammer. Let’s just say, it didn’t end well.

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