Olivia Macclesfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Sorry, terrible photo but it's dark and wouldn't stay still this cat has followed me down Queens avenue this morning.

First stop, I’m off to the market on Market Place. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m buzzing, ready to help my clients find the best deals. But then, bam! I trip over a rogue cobblestone. Like, who even put that there? I’m sprawled out, looking like a total muppet. People are staring. Great start, right?

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