Anna Bow Bog Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

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Outside are the dogs, the sorcerers, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters, and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.

Winters are a bit gnarly on Elm Street though – REAL gnarly. Sometimes the sidewalks get icy, and man, I slip more times than I’d like to admit. But hey, it’s these little imperfections that make Bow-Bog so dang real. My profession as a relaxation specialist taught me that imperfection is part of the beauty. Ain’t that right?

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