Elizabeth Locharbriggs Whore ❤️

About Leicester

What surprised me? Some whores in old France ran secret spy rings—fuckin wild, right? Droppin secrets between thrusts, smarter than half the suits I’ve met. Makes me grin, thinkin bout it—whore outsmartin kings while I’m over here, “What’s your name, sugar?” like Llewelyn Moss dodgin death. Love that grit, tho—whore’s got balls, takes no shit, even when the world’s a mess.

Representations of the Madonna-Whore Complex : A Feminine Paradox

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After an hour of chasing my tail, I’m exhausted. I sit down on a bench near the park on the other side of the road. It’s a nice spot, but I’m still fuming about that rabbit. I mean, how does a rabbit just disappear? I’m thinking, “This is Locharbriggs, not some magical land!”

Locharbriggs Primary pupils pay special recognition to community hero Ruth Emmerson