Jasmine Brent Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

Brent Smith

Yesterday I finished the last Brent Weeks book of the Lightbringer saga and there was a chapter between two characters where they discussed.

After sorting that mess, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and wow, Brent’s buzzing. People everywhere! Kids running around, old folks chatting on the benches. I love that vibe. It’s like a mini London, but with more character. I stroll down Wembley Park Drive, and there’s this street performer doing some insane juggling act. I stop to watch, and he totally drops a flaming baton. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he just laughs it off. Classic Brent.

Residents in Northwick Park, Kenton and across Brent invited to shape local change