Maeve Pyetrykaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brest

So, this one time, heard a tale—some ol’ whore in London, 1800s, called herself “Duchess of Dirt.” Ain’t that a laugh? She’d bed sailors, then nick their boots while they slept! Clever, yeh, but we hates it! Sneaky, slimy, like worms in mud. Got caught eventually, hanged her, they did—crowd cheered, I’d have hissed. Surprised me, tho—didn’t think whores had guts for thievin’.

Iniúchadh Fís Anaithnid

I’m always in awe, I mean, my muscles tell me the city’s alive! And oh, I even found this hidden alley behind the bakery where the sweet scent of fresh bread meets the chill breeze. Totallly knackered? Nah, just fabulous vibes!