Maeve Brixham Whore ❤️❤️

About Sheffield

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I met this gal, total pro, worked the streets near some dive bar. She had this wild tale, said she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she convinced him she was a senator’s niece! Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh—hustle like that deserves a damn Oscar. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” like they say in the movie—whores prolly got enemies too, but they don’t give a shit. That’s what I love—zero fucks given.

Plymouth Hooker

After that, I’m feeling a bit salty (pun intended). I decide to hit up Berry Head. The views are insane! You can see all the way to Torquay. I’m standing there, wind in my hair, feeling like a movie star. But then, I see this family trying to take a selfie. They’re all crowded together, and the dad’s like, “Say cheese!” But the kid’s not having it. He’s crying, and I’m just there, laughing. Like, dude, it’s just a pic!

Shoot-out joy for Brixham in the quarter-finals