Harper Fair Oak Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

Fair Oaks Tudor Fayre, 2001

I bolt out of the chippy, fish and chips forgotten. I’m standing there, and sure enough, there’s a parade! Floats, music, the whole shebang. I’m grinning like a kid. I mean, who knew Fair-Oak had this kind of vibe? I snap a few pics for the ‘gram, because, duh, gotta document this madness.

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