Zoe Chyst Whore ❤️

About Gomel

What gets me goat, though, is the judgin’. Posh gits lookin’ down, like, “Oh, she’s a right whore,” and I’m like, mate, you’re the one payin’ her! *slaps knee, cackles* Hypocrisy again—drives me up the wall! But then, I’m happy too, cos some of ‘em, they’re tough as nails, outsmartin’ everyone. Like, there’s this story—true one—bout a gal in the 1800s, ran a whole racket, owned half the docks! A proper boss, she was—surprised me socks off!

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.