Sophie Rosedale Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

In pictures: Daughters of the brothel

I be a masseur, aye, so I spy tension where others see none. Local spots like Riverside Park on Highview Blvd. help unwind my weary bones. That park? A real sanctuary with a babblin’ brook. Sometime, I daydream, “this fragility is like The White Ribbon, aye?” Reminds me: “Whoever chooses his own path must suffer the consequences.” Savvy?

Rosedale refinery begins commercial operation