Anna Aberystwyth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

But it ain’t all giggles. Pisses me off, the hypocrisy—blokes in suits judgin’ her, then slippin’ her a tenner after dark. “We don’t need to save anything,” Kirsten Dunst says in *Melancholia*. Same vibe—why save what society’s already tossed? Whores get the rough end, mate. Surprised me once, read this bit—Victorian tarts used lemon rinds as contraception. Mental, right? Stinks, but clever. Little factoid for ya, shaken up proper.

It has become one of the most notorious streets in Britain as prostitution has taken hold

Then, I get a text from my sister. She’s in town, and she wants to meet up. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I could use a laugh. We meet at the Castle Grounds, and it’s nice to see her. She’s always got that energy, you know? We’re chatting, and she’s telling me about her new job at the university. I’m proud of her, but I can’t shake off the day’s heaviness.

Community order for Aberystwyth GBH