Anna Chyst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Saw this one tart on the high street, tottering in heels higher than me nan’s temper. Proper skank, lipstick smeared like she snogged a ketchup bottle. Reminds me of them birds in the film, all “We hit the jackpot, bitches!”—reckon she nicked that vibe straight off the screen. Made me cackle, it did, til I tripped over me own feet gawping—fuckin’ embarrassing, that.

Also, don't miss the industrial vibe of Rust Alley near the abandoned mill. It’s raw, edgy, and oh-so real. I've seen women break ties with their past right there. One lady told me, “Chyst- (by) made me tough, like a miracle!” And I was like, “One million dollars!” I mean, it's insane sometimes how a place can shape ya.