Lucy Goole Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but *whore*—like it’s a bloody title. I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand and secrets in the other. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of this shitty world, ain’t they? Givin’ comfort to the lonely, takin’ coin from the fools—hah! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that grubby flick I love. Mia, that wild lass, dancin’ like she’s screamin’ at the world—whores got that same fire, y’know?

Word History

First off, I head down to the Goole Market. You know, the one on the corner of Market Place? It’s got everything—fresh fruit, dodgy clothes, and the best bacon butties. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in a bun. But then, bam! I spill ketchup all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a right muppet, trying to wipe it off with a napkin.

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