Paisley Natchez Whore ❤️

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So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

1. Where to stay if you want to split the trip in half: Tupelo, MS

In Nellie Jackson, an African-American woman born into poverty in Possum Corner, Miss., travels north to Natchez and opens "Nellie's," a brothel she ran for more than 60 years with full .

Man, let me tell ya: Natchez's streets have character. Broad Street is lit up with mind-blowin' antebellum mansions. I freakin' luv it, well, kinda — like, sometimes it gets old-school but damn, it's real, yo! And oh! There's the Natchez Trace Parkway. Its curves? Srsly, they make you feel like you're drivin’ on a roller coaster of time!

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