Anna Highgate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

But real talk, it surprises me how deep it cuts still. Call someone a whore, and it’s like droppin a nuke—boom, tears, fights, drama. Reminds me of that *Pianist* scene, “What’s the matter with you?”—so much pain under one word. I’d never edit it out tho, it’s too real. Kinda like my songs—flaws and all, baby. Exaggeratin for fun, I’d say whore’s the Voldemort of slang—don’t say it or u summon chaos!

THE HOUSE WHERE DICKENS STAYED IN 1832

As the day winds down, I take a moment to breathe. Highgate’s quiet now. The sun’s setting, casting this golden glow over everything. I think about how crazy today was. I mean, one minute I’m losing my mind, and the next, I’m surrounded by my team, laughing about the fridge incident.

The pretty spring plant that's easy to grow and endlessly rewarding