Nadia Featherstone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

54 Fitzherbert Street, FEATHERSTON

Because people don't know how to say it. You ask any owner of the name and they will tell you it's either. Feth-er-stown-whore or Feth-.

We start at the charity shop on Wakefield Road. I’m all about those vintage finds. I mean, who doesn’t love a good bargain? But, OMG, the place was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to help Sarah find a cute jumper, and this old lady just cuts in front of us. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but I think you dropped your manners!” She just glares at me. Rude!

HOSPITALITY STILL AVAILABLE FOR FEATHERSTONE CLASH