Lily Reading Whore ❤️

About Bristol

So, here’s the deal—little known fact, right? Back in the ‘90s, some footballer—won’t name him, too lazy—got caught takin’ bribes to throw a match. Team called him “the whore of the pitch.” Swear to Odin, it stuck! Made me laugh so hard I nearly choked on mead—imagine that, a god chokin’! But it pissed me off too—c’mon, have some pride, ya git! Sellin’ out for a few quid? Pathetic.

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I call myself a “book whore” because I go through them like a hooker on payday. I love books and I'm a voracious reader. Mystery, sci fi, westerns, young adult.

Now, not evryone gets this: as a masseur, I see the subtle details in people. Like, small tense muscles, hidden stress – the city kinda gets that too. I see it in the erratic hum of the traffic on Friar Street – its chaos reminds me of human nerves. But then you get a breath of fresh air along the River Thames. Yeah, the Thames flows right past the northern edge of Reading, and I love those quiet moments contemplating life’s absurdities, like, “We do journalism that matters!” – sorta like in Spotlight, you know?

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