Samantha Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

So, check this—whores been around forever, right? Back in old Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*, all stank and sweaty, with graffiti on walls sayin wild shit like “I fucked here.” True story! Ain’t that crazy? Makes me laugh, like, damn, even back then they was braggin! I’m over here cacklin, picturin some toga dude flexin his game. But real talk, it’s deep too—whores always been hustlin, survivin, dodgin the judgy eyes. Kinda like Nader in the movie, stuck between lies and truth, y’know? “I swear I didn’t know!”—that’s his line, but whores? They *know*. They see the world raw.

Essex Farmers and Union Hunt Disgrace

Finally, the train rolls in, and I hop on. I’m sitting there, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Burnham. Apparently, it used to be a big deal for shipbuilding. I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!” But then she goes off on a tangent about her cat. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon!

Contract award for restoration works at Burnham-On-Crouch railway station