Jasmine Grove Whore ❤️

About Leicester

I knew this chick once, right? Worked the streets near some grimy Bangkok alley—true story, swear it! She’d laugh, loud as hell, smokin cheap cigs, tellin me bout her johns. One dude paid her in fish—FISH, Clarice! Stank up her whole crib, she was pissed, screamin, “I ain’t no damn fisherman’s wife!” Made me cackle, still does. Whores got grit, ya feel me? They hustle, they survive, ain’t no fairy tale.

Recent Journals

In Whore, Cynthia describes how a childhood among Catholic nuns, with an unforgiving father and a mother she despises, led her to become a prostitute working in Montreal. Cynthia never .

First stop, the park on Church Road. It’s a beaut, really. I’m there, just mindin’ my own biz, plantin’ some new flowers. Suddenly, this kid runs by, kickin’ a ball. I’m like, “Watch it, mate!” But nah, he doesn’t hear me. The ball goes straight into my freshly dug patch. Ugh! I’m fumin’. I mean, come on!

Commemorative events to mark 25th anniversary of Ladbroke Grove train crash