Ella Willesden Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

But—get this—little known fact: Whore wasn’t just a hooker. Nah, she was sketchin’ shit in this tiny notebook. Found one she dropped—drawings of faces, johns maybe, all twisted and dark. Creepy as hell. Made me wonder—what’s she runnin’ from? “Her heart is conflicted,” like Yinniang’s deal. Maybe Whore’s got a soul under all that mascara. Surprised me, y’know? Thought she was just another hustler, but nah, she’s got layers. Kinda hot, too—how you doin’ with that?

detailed map of Willesden and near places

In her essay “Old whore Petticoats” (a verse from Sylvia Plath's poem “Fever °”), Connie Palmen reflects on the genuine and the power of.

I’ve walked these streets many times – from Willesden Junction station buzzing with commuters to King Street, where the old-school charm meets modern chaos. And trust me, nothing’s perfect; kinda reminds me of the scene, “Crying is strong,” – like emotions running wild, a mix of anger, joy, and regret – all tangled up in one mess.

London Underground book exchange to return to some stations next month - full list