Natalie Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

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Collage on bottle. Pretty sure the woman is some icky model from W magazine (the best mag for cutting up for collages). The headlines may be from Weekly World.

After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the docks. Bootle’s got this whole maritime vibe, ya know? The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. But then, I see this massive container ship. It’s like a giant floating city. I’m standin’ there, jaw on the floor, thinkin’, “How the heck do they even get those things in here?” It’s mind-blowin’.

Shots fired at Bootle property as 'little girl was playing in front garden'