Anna Ware Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

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I’ll be honest, sometimes I get mad at noisy bikers near the town centre on High Street, interruptin’ my chill vibe. And don’t get me started on the awkward tourists on Friar Lane. They’re fun though, sorta like a slow motion chase scene in that Malick flick, the universe just spinnin’ slow.

Bristol autistic teen illustrates new B. Ware children's book