Anna Billinge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Gets me mad tho—spreads too fast, sneaky shit! Happy too—outsmarts the posh plants, ha! Surprised me once—found it in a city crack, growin’ proud. Me thinks—nature’s punk, innit? Smells like wet dog, looks like hell—perfect for me, Gollum! Hiss! Whore—horehound, whatever—rules the wild, and I’m its creepy fan.

Which county is Billinge in?

I decide to take a stroll down the High St. to clear my head. It’s a nice day, sun’s out, people are out. I pass by this little bakery, and OMG, the smell! Fresh pastries everywhere. I’m like, “Forget the diet!” I grab a sausage roll. Best decision ever. I mean, who can resist a flaky pastry? Not me, that’s for sure.

Billinge (Merseyside) weather