Anna Swindon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Carpenter’s eye, mine is—whore’s like warped plank. Bent, scarred—beauty in flaws, I see. “I don’t remember,” Verónica whispers—whore forgets too, has to. Survival, it is! Pisses me off—society shuns ‘em, yet uses ‘em. Fair, it ain’t!

Prostitutes still out on the streets

My fav hangout? The Stripey Pub near the train station. Yes, that station – Swindon Station – a maze of memories. I've got scars from the cold nights, and joys from the wild nights. Everything makes me happy and sometimes pissed as hell. I mean, who wouldn't get riled up when someone steps over a puddle of spilled lager?

Swindon family farm wins 'best family experience' award