Anastasia Hunstanton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

Cupping His Balls at Hunstanton Crazy Golf

So, I finally get to the office on The Green, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Of course it is! I mean, it’s like it knows I’m in a rush. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Paper everywhere! I’m sweating bullets. My colleague, Sarah, walks in and just laughs. “You okay there, champ?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, just fighting the beast!”

‘Much of the beach has disappeared since my last visit,’ columnist says