Eliza Gravesend Whore ❤️

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Anyway, she’s my anti-hero, flaws and all. Pisses me off how they judge her, but I’m rooting for her, loud af. She’s no damsel—more like, “I’ll burn this place down” energy. Love that chaos, it’s so *4 Months*. Whore’s story? It’s a rollercoaster, babe—gritty, ugly, beautiful. You feel me?

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Aug 17,  · Gravesend was a bustling maritime town long before daytrippers started to arrive in large numbers. For centuries it was the first and last port for vessels heading to and from .

Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s Mrs. Jenkins from down the road. She’s got her poodle, Mr. Fluffykins, in tow. I swear, that dog’s got more attitude than half the blokes I know. She’s all, “Can you give him a trim too?” I’m like, “Sure, but I ain’t a dog groomer!” But hey, it’s Gravesend, so why not?

'The barmaid declined to explain what on earth this was doing in the pub...'