Valentina Ingleby Greenhow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flickerin’, there’s this gal, let’s call her Ruby, alright? Ruby’s a whore, been at it since she was 17. Ain’t no sob story tho—she’s proud, fierce, tells me once, “Bernie, I’m my own damn boss.” Got that spark, y’know? Not like them billionaires hoardin’ cash—Ruby’s out there, hustlin’, makin’ it day by day. “Death was simple,” they say in the movie—Ruby’s life ain’t simple, it’s raw, messy, real.

Breadcrumb

I sit down, and this old bloke next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Ingleby-Greenhow. Apparently, it’s been around since the Domesday Book. I’m like, “Wow, that’s ancient!” But then he goes on about how the village used to have a railway. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could’ve seen that!”

The stunning former vicarage that comes with extra special feature in the back garden