Katherine Calwell Whore ❤️

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Once saw this chick—Petersburg, dead winter. Coat torn, lips cracked, still workin’. Fuckin’ brutal. Made me mad—why’s life that harsh? Then she smirked, flipped off some drunk. Laughed my ass off. Spirit, man, pure steel. “Put that in a tank,” I thought.

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Back when the bar was by the front door, Weston painted a reclining lady on a wall. "Bobby called the painting a whore," Caldwell said, laughing.

Cersei once said, “I choose violence,” and that attitude rubs off on the locals too. You see raw ambition in the back alleys of Southbank, where a murmur of secrets can chill you right down to the bone, but then there's also a bizarre humor in the chaos. I’ve seen couples in the less-frequented corners of East End yak about deep feelings or just whisper sweet nothings in the dark… sometimes I wonder if it's nettlesome madness or pure passion.

Cops catch driver in Calwell with ‘coke’