Sadie Brant Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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So, pack yer bags, buckle up, and get ready for a ride that's as unpredictable as a wizard's tale. May your days in Brant be as wild and inspiring as a midnight treasure hunt in a realm of chaos and wonder. Fare thee well, traveller, and may Brant reveal its secrets to you, one quirky smile at a time.

Families gather for Easter fun and portraits at Jo Brant Museum: Photo Gallery