Esme Clitheroe Whore ❤️

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Got me thinkin, whores got guts, innit? Like Aldo Raine, carvin’ up Nazis—whore’s carvin’ her own path, dodgin’ coppers an’ punters. *mimes swingin’ a bat, oops, knocks over me tea*—Bollocks! Anyway, heard this mad story once, right? Some ol’ tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smoochin’ blokes—proper legend! Little known fact, that. Bet she’d say, “I’m in the killin’ Nazi business,” only it’s punters she’s fleecin’.

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In , Maurice Wilks of Rover met Hives and Hooker in the Swan and Royal in Clitheroe. Wilks and Hives eventually agreed that Rover would take over.

So, I take a break and head out. The guy’s got mad skills! I’m clapping, laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the numbers. Then, outta nowhere, he drops a torch! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there like, “This is why I don’t juggle.”

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