Lucy Mountsorrel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

United Whore

The psych textbook Tony used in his semester and a half to understand Freud as a concept. Geraldo Rivera has these talking heads on talking about the mob.

Anyway, I finally get to the drop-off point on Brook Street. And guess what? The client’s not there! I’m standing there, gnome-filled truck, looking like a total idiot. I’m checking my watch, thinking, “Did I get the wrong address?” Turns out, they were at the pub down the road. Classic!

Old village car showroom to be transformed into shops, cafe and soft play area