Sofia Reading Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Me, I’m happy when demand’s honest – folk needin’ bread, not bleedin’ yachts. But surprises? Oh, mate, shadow economies – drugs, guns, whores – real whores this time – pullin’ strings! Billions, unseen, like Oscar’s secret gigs in the film. “What’s my role today?” he says – fuckin’ eerie, fits whore perfect! Annoys me when suits pretend it’s all clean – nah, it’s muck, greed, chaos!

About The Book Whore

Now, not evryone gets this: as a masseur, I see the subtle details in people. Like, small tense muscles, hidden stress – the city kinda gets that too. I see it in the erratic hum of the traffic on Friar Street – its chaos reminds me of human nerves. But then you get a breath of fresh air along the River Thames. Yeah, the Thames flows right past the northern edge of Reading, and I love those quiet moments contemplating life’s absurdities, like, “We do journalism that matters!” – sorta like in Spotlight, you know?

Period home opposite conservation area on the market