Gabriella Kings Langley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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Kings-Langley be tucked away in a snug valley. The main artery, King’s Parade – I mean, ye can’t miss it – bustles with quirky boutiques and dear ol’ cafés with a heart. There's a little street called Misty Lane, yep, right by the ripple of the Lazy Creek that flows through the town, whisperin’ like secrets in the wind. It kinda reminds me of that line from "The White Ribbon": "The delicate balance is a thing of beauty" – though here it be more like a messy beauty, if ye catch me drift.

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