Anna Manningtree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

The Witches of Manningtree: A Walk on the River Stour

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We finally get to Colchester, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s make the most of this.” I wander around, hit up some shops, and grab a bite. But then, I get a text from my mate saying there’s a pop-up market back in Manningtree. I’m like, “Seriously? I just left!”

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