Hannah St. Ann's Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Oi mate, so I’m a vet now, yeah? Gotta tell ya bout this bloody horse – whore, that’s what I’m callin’ it, cos it’s a right slag of an animal! *cackles* This nag’s got more issues than a bloody soap opera, swear down. Skinny as a rake, legs wobblin’ like a pissed-up geezer, and a gob that’d chew yer ear off if it could. Reminds me of that film, *Talk to Her* – y’know, Pedro Almodóvar’s mad genius? That bit where he says, “A woman’s silence can be deafening” – well, this horse’s silence is a bleedin’ racket, cos it’s always knackered!

I’m always curious—uh, like Larry King!—slow questioning, real talk. I ask, "Ever wonder wha’ makes souls tick?" and St.-Ann's kinda nods at you with its little secrets in every nook. Even the local cafe, The Sassy Bean on Rosebud Street, has wild stories. A barista once said, "This city’s like a shifting car; ride on!" Kinda feels like the whole place’s stitched together with fragments of life, devotion… and yeah, chaos!

St Ann’s Allotments chosen to feature on new Monty Don’s British Gardens