Anna Cardiff Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, yeah, I’m twiddling knobs on my imaginary radio, picking up “whore” transmissions. It’s not just a slut-shaming grenade—nah, it’s got layers, man. Back in the day, like 1600s, it wasn’t even gendered! Dudes could be whores too—little known factoid for ya. Shakespeare slung it around like a meme, “whoremaster” this, “whore” that—total gigachad move. Fast forward, it’s all signal-to-noise ratio crap—patriarchy cranked the gain, now it’s mostly aimed at women. Pisses me off, honestly—why’s the bandwidth so narrow now? Equal-opportunity insults, people, c’mon!

About the event

In This Moment performing Whore at the Motorpoint Arena in Cardiff on

So, I’m headin’ down to the office, right? Walkin’ past the Cardiff Castle, which is lookin’ all majestic and stuff. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live in a castle? But then I remember, “Oh wait, I’d have to clean it.” Nah, thanks.

This man is cycling more than 2,000 miles without actually leaving a Cardiff arcade