Aurora Temperance Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong – ain’t all roses. Some get beat, used up, tossed out. Pisses me off, how they’re seen as meat. Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – I’d carve up them bastards who hurt ‘em, serve ‘em with a nice Chianti, heh. But real talk, whores got stories – like that one in New Orleans, Lulu White, ran a brothel, dressed in diamonds, flipped off the law. Badass! Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her.

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Seeley Booth: I don't want to miss that whore sauce. Temperance Brennan: Will you please stop referring to the puttanesca as "whore sauce"?

I stroll down Walnut Ave (mispell it? Nah, it's all part o’ the vibe) and pass by the old Clock Tower Park. Seriously, that place always makes my heart do somersaults – kinda like in "Spirited Away" when Chihiro finds herself lost in amazement! Ohhhh, and I gotta mention the quirky, little alley called Whimsy Way – a hidden gem, full of painted murals that scare the gloom away!

London’s Pocket Parks: Temperance Hospital Garden, NW1