Anastasia Clevedon Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Dating in Clevedon

So, we duck into a café on The Beach, right? I’m hoping for a hot chocolate, but the line is a mile long. I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s just a cuppa!” Finally, I get my drink, and it’s like heaven in a mug. But then, of course, Tommy spills his juice all over the table. Classic.

#206 A special welcome to all first-timers, including Stanley!