Isabella Needham Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

The Rocki Whore Picture Show

On this date in the English madam Elizabeth Needham stood in the pillory at Park Place, St. James's, London. It wasn't a death sentence.

Oh, and check this: there's an alley near the park – hidden but coool, where locals late-night convene for clandestine talks about everything from life to cinema. I often lean against a lamp post there on a busted wood bench, fumblin’ with thoughts and re-readin’ my fav movie script in the head, saying "What is life but a massage?" Haha, I know, it sounds crazy.

Needham housing complex sells for $182M