Ellie Sheringham Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

Never Pay For Brothels Again

Lyrics. In Callao there lives a whore whose name is Serafina. Serafina, Serafina. She fucks all night and sleeps all day at the old Calle marina.

I land, roll, and sprint towards the fire. The flames are dancing like they’re at a rave on High Street. I grab my gear, and we start dousing the flames. It’s hot, like, “Why is it so hot?” hot. I’m sweating buckets, and I’m not even halfway through.

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