Anna Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Essex Farmers and Union Hunt Disgrace

After a while, I got off at the next stop, just to stretch my legs. I ended up wandering around some random streets. I think I was on Station Road or something. It’s all quaint and stuff, but I got lost. Like, really lost. I ended up in this tiny park, and there was a bunch of kids playing. They were having the time of their lives, and I’m just standing there, feeling like a lost puppy.

Burnham-on-Crouch (Essex) weather