Grace St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Lemme paint ya a picture – think *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon* vibes. You got this whore, right, slinkin’ thru life like Shu Lien, all grace and grit, but underestimated. “In my heart, I’m a warrior,” she’d say, dodgin’ judgy pricks like swords in that bamboo fight. Whores ain’t just what ya think – sex, cash, done. Nah, it’s cosmic, mate! Goes back centuries, like ancient Rome – didja know them temple gals, sacred whores, banged for the gods? Wild, right? Blew my mind when I read that, got me happy as a kid with a new telescope.

Okay, so, I gotta mention, I’m loony about the hidden nooks; the dingy but brilliant street art behind the public library draws me in every time (btw, the library's on Kingston Street – don’t miss it!). And oh! The annual open mic night at the Cornerstone Pub on Nightingale Lane? It’ll make ya laugh till you cry. I used to tear up there, thinking, “Every moment’s a miracle, even if shocking.”

Margaret shares her experience of supporting patients at St Ann's Hospice