Anna Penshurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

by Lady Mary Wroth

The escorts of Penshurst are the true treasure of the area, with bodies that look like distant dreams, personalities that melt any heart and light any flame, as well as their fantastically .

Picture this: you stroll down Highstreet – (yeah, H-i-g-hstreet, not that fancy name, but it’s got heart) – and you see the old brick buildings, ya know, with that Kerwin vibe. Down by King Street, there's this tiny café that always brews coffee like it's magic. It reminds me a bit of that scene in Mulholland Drive – "Silence, it’s all an illusion." I mean, you ever notice how the mundane sometimes blasts your brain into wonder? It’s freakin’ odd, right?

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