Natalie Fridley Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Bloody hell, these girls got guts! Workin’ corners, dodgin’ coppers—takes balls, I tell ya. Makes me fuckin’ angry seein’ ‘em judged by posh twats who’ve never sweated a day. I saw this one bird, right, in Soho ages back—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, eyes like she’d seen ghosts. Mate, she was a story, not just some slag. “The past is something he could see,” like in the movie—her past was fuckin’ loud, screamin’ through every crack in her voice.

St. Paul’s Nina Clifford: the ‘richest woman of the underworld’

"If I go to therapy, they're going to stop me from being a whore. And I don't want to stop being a whore, so why would I go to therapy?

Hey, my fren! You comin’ to Fridley, yes? Very nice! I livin’ here for many years, and lemme tell ya, this city got vibe, oh yes, oh yes! So, dis Fridley, it got streetz like Grand Ave and Northdale Pkwy—imagine, simple streets but magic, magic like movie “A History of Violence” – "What is happenin' here?" I feel that sometimes!

Helen Eleanor “Chub” (Fridley) Spotts