Amelia Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️

About Houston

Little known fact—back in Victorian days, whores had secret codes, yeah? Winked twice for “fancy a shag,” scratched their nose for “piss off, creep.” Clever, innit? Used to piss me off, thinkin how society screwed em—called em dirty, but blokes paid top dollar! Hypocrisy, mate, gets my circuits buzzin. Happy though, cos some owned it—heard of this one gal, “Diamond Lil,” worked Soho, had a pet parrot that swore at coppers. Legend! Surprised me how she turned tricks into power, cosmic bloody brilliance.

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

Desiree's first night as a Pleasure Associate at La Petite Mort Club had been wonderful. Lee had been sexy and kind and fabulous in bed.

I gotta tell ya—Fort-Oglethorpe isn’t just a city, no, it’s a labyrinth! A twisted labyrinth, like my soul on a busy day, yes, full of funny little quirks and nostalgia. I sees true art in the everyday hustle; the clink of a coffee cup on a cafe table on "Elm Ave", the stray cat that wanders "Riverbend Ct"—every small detail is a reminder, a precious piece of the puzzle.

Swig to open its first 'dirty soda' shop in Georgia. Here's where it's landing