Claire Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️

About Bristol

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Old Images of Burnham-on-Crouch, Essex

But then, the tour guide starts talking about the tides. He’s going on and on, and I’m like, “Dude, just show us the boats!” I was losing interest fast. But then, he mentioned something about the wildlife. Suddenly, I’m all ears. I love animals!

Fire in an agricultural building