Megan Thames Whore ❤️❤️

About Wellington

I’m ramblin’, shit—prolly 13 typos already, fuck it! Whores ain’t saints, ain’t devils neither—just people, motherfucker, hustlin’ like the rest of us. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a fuck? They’re out there, freezin’ their asses off, while I’m here quotin’ vampire movies. “Let me in,” they say, but you gotta decide, motherfucker—door’s open or it ain’t!

Whorehouses

Harlots, Whores & Hackabouts redresses the balance, revealing the history of sex for sale, from medieval back street to Wild West saloon, and from the brothel.

First off, I hit up the local café on Pollen St. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mess up a flat white? It’s like, come on! I was ready to throw a fit, but then she smiled. Ugh, fine, I’ll let it slide.

London’s ‘super sewer’ is keeping sewage out of the Thames River