Anastasia Windsor Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

Keri Windsor: Hooker

Oh, and hey, let me tell yew of the hidden gem, oh yes, my secret spot! There's a little café on Riverbend, where the coffee's bitter like life's truths, but ohhh so good, my precious. I used to sit there, confidin' with souls, scramblin' emotions, yess… Sometimes, the murmur of everyday sorrows, they make me mad, then happy, then mad again – and that’s life in Windsor!

Windsor tops Casa, Petaluma falls to Redwood in nonleague baseball battles