Emma Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Old Photos of The Boat Club

Burnham-on-Couch became a naval base called HMS St Matthew. They kept landing craft there and used to practice for D-Day in the river. They used to fire smoke floats to create a smoke.

Then, I decided to take a walk down to the Burnham-on-Crouch train station. I thought, “Maybe I’ll hop on a train and escape this madness.” But the train was late. Of course! Typical! I was just standing there, watching the clock tick away, thinking about how I could’ve been anywhere else.

Burnham-on-Crouch High Street to be resurfaced overnight