Anna Isle Of Lewis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

Isle of Lewis

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Stornoway, right? The capital of the Isle of Lewis. It’s like, the only place with a bit of life. I mean, it’s not exactly London, but it’s got its charm. The harbor was all misty and moody, like something outta a movie.

Tesco urged to rethink Sunday opening on Isle of Lewis