Anna Crieff Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but smile. Crieff, you’ve been a rollercoaster today. From coffee spills to street performers, and even a kite disaster. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.

See inside this iconic Scottish hotel after massive refurbishment