Camila Endicott Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I reckon whores get a bad rap, yeah? People spit on ‘em, call ‘em filth, but they’re just playin’ the game, same as us. Survival, innit? Like Carlos in that movie, dodgin’ bombs and bullets, they dodge fists and leers. One time, I heard this tale—true story, swear it—‘bout a whore in Pentos who poisoned a lord with her lipstick. Lipstick! Took his gold and ran, left him stiff as a board. Laughed me arse off when I heard that. Ballsy move, right? Bet she toasted to that kill with a grin.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

These bone toothbrushes were excavated from the outdoor privy of a brothel that once stood at 27–29 Endicott Street, in Boston.

Endicott’s got its quirks. Streets like Oak Ln, Elm St – they seem boring but hide personal stories. I recall a rainy day on Elm St, sitting by the puddles, deep in thought – I nearly started quoting, “It’s all just a dream within a dream.” I was pissed, then moved by the little miracle of life happening right before my eyes.

Giants name Union-Endicott's Michael Carr Flag Football Coach of the Week