Sienna Brynmawr Whore ❤️

About Leicester

So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

Bryn Mawr Classical Review

Liara Roux writes about the salacious details leading up to her decision to become a career sex worker, and the unexpected truths she learned while working in.

First off, I get a call. My client, some big-shot from Cardiff, wants to check out the local scene. I’m like, “Sure, mate, let’s hit the streets.” We start off on the High Street, and I’m already scanning the crowd. You never know who’s lurking, right? Brynmawr’s got its fair share of characters.

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