Hannah Huntingdon Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

This is where prostitutes are offering sex for money in Cambridgeshire amid pop-up brothel crisis

After a few pints, I’m feeling brave. I decide to walk back to my flat, but I take a detour through the park. It’s dark now, and I’m hearing all these weird noises. I’m like, “Is that a ghost?” I’m half-joking, but also kinda scared. I’m not ashamed to admit it!

Wrestling and other events at Huntingdon's Commemoration Hall