Isabelle Brotton Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

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1SP is a day laborer's daily wage as well as the cost of a cooked meal at an Inn. So it's probably about right for your average prostitute.

But you know what? I laugh it off. I’m like, “Well, that’s my show, folks!” The crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just rolling with it. I finish the set, and it feels good.

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