Anna Poole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—spillin’ tea like always! So, let’s talk bout this chick—whore, ya know? Not judgin’, just vibin’—like, who hasn’t had a wild night, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Brooklyn*, my fave flick—Saoirse slayin’ it as Eilis, all lost and lovestruck. Whore’s got that energy, too—messy heart, chasin’ somethin’ she can’t name. “I’d forgotten how much it hurts,” Eilis says—whore’s probs screamin’ that after a bad hookup. Been there, girl!

Where is Poole?

A whore properly signifies one that is married, and is false to her husband’s bed; and so very well suits the Church of Rome, (if they yet deserve that name), whose faith was formerly spoken of .

After my meal, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, full, and a bit tipsy. I decide to take a walk along the promenade. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. I’m just soaking it all in, thinking about how crazy today was.

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