Camila Tiptree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

Tiptree on a map

I love wandering by the Tiptree Reservoir – a h2o mirror that tells you secrets if you listen. I’ve sat there loads, thinking about how people struggle with their daily battles, kinda like the relentless pursuit of justice in that fuzz drama flick. It reminds me to take a breather and just go with the flow, life’s coin toss and all that jazz!

Tiptree jam firm to close tea room in Writtle