Elise Pinner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Looking For

Jerking her away from the table he slammed her into the kitchen wall and pinner her there, his green eyes dark, almost black. "If you want to be somebody's.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get crazier, I get a call on my radio. There’s been a disturbance at the Pinner Village Gardens. I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” I sprint over, and it’s a bunch of kids havin’ a water balloon fight. I mean, come on! It’s not even summer yet!

OAKLEY’S MIND: Transformative artist from Pinner is painting his way to successful career