Sadie Terrace End Whore ❤️

About Napier

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Hooker Terrace, Ferguson, MO

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I love helping people, even if it’s a bit chaotic. As I’m packing up, I can’t help but think about how wild Terrace-End is. It’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets are a mix of old and new, and the people? They’re a whole vibe.

Terenure end-of-terrace built in 1870 uses archways to create feeling of openness and flow