Willow Garfield Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

The wandring whore, numbers 1-5, 1660-1661

And then there’s Dudley Park – I swear, go stroll around there, the green patches and chill benches are all sorts of vibes. Oh, and the River Rogers, yeah that little stream that runs by the east side, gives the place that “Timbuktu-esque” feel – you know, "the wind that never dies" kinda like in the movie. It’s like the city whispers, "Keep on dreamin’."

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