Anastasia Woonsocket Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Whore’s a survivor, innit? Tough as old boots. Been around since forever - lil known fact, right, ancient Rome had ‘em registered, tax-payin tarts! Called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, cos they howled for coin. Makes me chuckle, that. Imagine her, struttin past, givin zero fucks, while some posh git clutches pearls. Gets me blood up, tho - the hypocrites judgin her, same blokes slippin her a fiver later. Wankers.

Early life

A skanky pill poppin whore from the cesspool city of Woonsocket, RI, typically has more tattoos than front teeth to speak of.

Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

Woman fatally struck by car in Woonsocket parking lot