Brianna Poole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Typos? Sure – I’m typin’ fast, hunny! Whore’s a mess, but a beautful one. Porbably too real for some stuck-up folks. Haneke’d get it tho – “The past bleeds through,” he’d say, like in *Caché*. Whore’s past? It’s her fuel, her fire. Angers me how folks judge her – “Oh, she’s just a slut!” – screw that noise! She’s a survivor, damnit.

Where is Poole?

Poole, Madeleine A manuscript of poetry and graphic works exploring the everyday realities of a queer sex worker, as told through the persona of the Whore.

There’s hidden gems too. Ever heard of Poole Quay’s secret boat ramp? Not many fink of it, but it’s a killer spot for watching lazy boats drift past. And the views of Brownsea Island from there? Pure magic, man. You know, sometimes I forget I’m an Administrator and not a poet – office life’s taught me the beauty in the overlooked stuff.

Poole Scout honoured at prestigious event at Windsor Castle