Violet Cromer Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

What is Cromer famous for?

Then, I bumped into an old mate from school. Didn’t even recognize him at first! He’s all grown up, and I’m still the same. We laughed about old times, like that one time we tried to sneak into the carnival. Good times.

Hundreds run into sea for Boxing Day swim in Cromer and Aldeburgh