Layla Leven Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

So, picture this: some bird, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like a damn spy gadget. She’s no posh dame, but she’s got guts. Reminds me of that line from *Amour*—“Things will go on as they have.” She’s out there, night after night, same game, same grind. Shocks me how they just… keep goin’. Respect, sorta. Takes balls, or ovaries, whatever.

Kim Yideum

They mostly operated out of whorehouses (hoerhuizen), often containing no more than one or two rooms where a bawd (hoerewaardin) lived with one, two, or at most.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee on High Street, right? Just mindin’ my own biz, when the alarm goes off. My heart’s racin’ like I just chugged a Red Bull. I grab my gear and head to the station on the corner of Church Street. The crew’s already buzzin’ like bees. “What’s the sitch?” I shout. Turns out, there’s a fire at the old mill down by the river. You know, the one that’s been abandoned for ages? Yeah, that one.

Wendy Chamberlain responds to Leven High Street Bank of Scotland Closure