Stella Marblehead Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore—oldest gig in the book, right? Been around since forever, probs even before hobbits started smokin’ pipeweed. Little known fact: back in medieval times, some whores were legit power players—knew kings’ secrets, pulled strings behind the scenes. Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy thinkin’ some lass in a corset outsmarted a pompous lord. But it pisses me off too—folks judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em filth, when half the time they’re just tryin’ to eat. Hypocrisy, man, burns my biscuits!

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And hey, remember, “I am not a figment of your imagination,” as Carol might've hinted in its subtle way. Just live it, breathe it, love it – no script required!

Arnould Gallery celebrates 47 years of preserving Marblehead’s memories