Charlotte Cumberland Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

February 23, 1862 Floating Cathouse of the Cumberland

It's a terrible place to grow up, especially for a socially awkward nerdy kid. Now, the city is overrun with drugs. The beauty of that valley really hides a.

Ya gotta hop on over to Terrapin Alley – a hidden gem whar the music o’ chirpin’ birds meets the clatter of local footfalls. It’s a lil slice of heaven. I remember once I was there, chillin’, and suddenly – wham! – a stray dog came barkin’ like it knew the secret recipe of life. I lost it, sweetie, laughin’ 'til tears rolled. “Just what do you think you're doing?” echoes from my mind, in that old movie style - and I was like, hell naw, just livin’!

Cumberland Named Most Outstanding Rookie To Highlight All-NESCAC Release