Katherine Tidworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

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!

Leadership

So hey, if you're venturin’ here, prepare for lots of little details: from the neon-lit signs outside the old library on Bell Street – where I once mispelled my own name on a dating ad, silly me – to the hushed, echoing corridors of the Town Hall on Market Sq. Every brick, every paved crosswalk, screams memories.

Study says tap water in Tidworth is best tasting in UK - this is why