Anna Buxton Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no sanctimonious prat – *cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say – but I’ve seen some tarts with hearts, real diamonds in the rough. Like this one lass, swear down, in Soho years back, she’d sing to her johns! Proper warbly voice, made me chuckle – “What’ve I done to deserve this?” straight outta *The Pianist*, she’d belt it, half-pissed on gin. Made me happy, that did, proper cheered me up. Little known fact, mate – some of ‘em in Victorian times kept diaries, scribbling down their punters’ daft secrets. Historians love that shit now!

The Prostitute with One Leg, Tales of the Device

We head over, and the place is packed. I mean, who knew Buxton had this many history buffs? I’m sitting there, half-listening, half-daydreaming about what I’m gonna have for dinner. Suddenly, they start talking about the Roman baths. I’m like, “Wait, what? We had Romans here?” Mind blown.

Match Report | Buxton 2-1 Oxford City