Ada Workington Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

I see it, yo—whore’s a hustle, survival. Like Lil’ Zé, controllin’ the slums, power trips. Whore’s the game people play, sellin’ soul, body, whatever pays. I’m pissed, tho—society judgin’, pointin’ fingers, hypocrites everywhere! “You’re too ugly to be a crook,” Buscapé said—whore gets that, judged harsh. Makes me mad, yo, world’s fake as fuck.

Early years

Now, lemme take ya on a little trip. Duke St. buzzes constantly, our local heartbeat. It's draped in little shops, cozy cafes, and all sorts of character. Honestly, sometimes I get so mad at the posh new shops – where’s the heart, eh? Over on Market St., you'll find the old market fair. It’s quirky, thriving, and yes – a bit cheeky too, if ya ask me.

Bitter taste of defeat for Workington Zebra Finches