Fatima Thorpe Whore ❤️

About Bristol

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Background information

Between work and breaks, I often wander to certain nooks. There's this tiny laundrette on Forbesby, right next to the abandoned mill – super eerie, kinda like a scene from a spy flick. Trust me, those vibes hit me, like, "We all live for these moments of reflection." Even when I'm feelin’ kinda mad, these sights lift me up, however weird they might seem.

Go-ahead for new bungalow in 'Nelson's village'