Sienna Sewell Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Early life and education

Alright, you bloody idiot sandwich, listen up! I'm telling you about Sewell (us) – the craziest shithole and gem wrapped in one! I've lived here for years, and yeah, my profession as a sexologist has taught me to notice all the cheeky little details others miss. So buckle up, you clown, and let’s dive right in!

Review: James Sewell bids farewell with nostalgia and wistfulness