Sarah Mandeville Whore ❤️

About Old Harbour

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

Infamous commerce : prostitution in eighteenth-century British literature and culture

No joke, I'm Bonnie. I'm one of the many faces of Mandeville and whore is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. Blowjob.

Then, I saw my buddy, Jamal. He’s always hangin’ out by the bus stop, sellin’ his handmade jewelry. He’s got this crazy talent. I’m like, “Jamal, you should be on the streets of Paris, not Mandeville!” He laughs, says, “Nah man, this is where the real magic happens.”

Snow on the Mandeville Lakefront