Penelope Bristow Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi mate, so here’s me, David Brent, your top-tier Picador, ramblin’ about whores, right? Not just any tart, mind ya, but *the* whore - proper fascinates me, she does. Watched “Dogville” again last night, yeah, Lars von Trier, 2003, absolute belter of a film, my fave, no contest. Got me thinkin’ - whores, they’re like Grace in that flick, innit? “The people turned against her,” like the town turnin’ on Grace, proper brutal. Whores, they cop it from all sides, don’t they? Society’s two-faced, mate - loves ‘em, hates ‘em, classic flip-flop.

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You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

Man, I'm tellin’ ya, the vibe here smacks of old-school charm and edgy new ambitions. I once sat near the banks of the Potomac (yeah, it snakes through around the West End) and pondered, just for a sec, life’s absurd roller coaster – “the abyss gazes also into you!” Crazy stuff, huh?

Bristow couple’s lavender field lost to fire