Nadia Faringdon Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

Where is Faringdon?

A gypsy girl named Sally was locked in this tower, without food and water, and left to die. According to the legend, she now haunts the tower and the woods.

As the sun starts to set, I head back to my truck. I’m exhausted but happy. Faringdon’s got its quirks, for sure. But it’s homey, you know? I think about all the trees I’ll be planting soon, and I can’t help but smile.

Photos show car crashed into a tree on Oxfordshire country road