Violet Wilmslow Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Sometimes I’d watch ‘em, thinkin’—damn, they’re free, wild, untamed. Not like me, stuck playin’ roles. “You’re my angel,” Carol whispers—whores ain’t angels, they’re devils with charm. Love that, tho—keeps life spicy. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian whores? Sewed pockets in skirts for quick cash grabs—sneaky lil’ minxes! Makes ya wonder, huh? History’s full of ‘em, hidin’ in plain sight.

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The town’s a maze of small streets. Montford Crescent, for instance, is old and charming, with houses screaming history. Every door hides a million untold stories. You see a couple everyday, holding hands in a slow, painful ritual of love. I'm a psychologist; I notice how families change little by little, almost imperceptibly. Some nights, I lie awake, thinking "tonight’s the night" for breakthroughs...or maybe breakdowns.

A belated Happy New Year but Don’t Wear White!