Genesis Grantham Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Grantham on a map

So, I’m wanderin’ around, and I bump into this old mate from school. You know, the one who always thought he was cooler than everyone? Turns out he’s a “life coach” now. I nearly choked on my smoothie. Life coach? In Grantham? What’s he coaching? How to avoid real jobs? I mean, come on!

A1 Grantham closed both ways due to flooding