Julia St Austell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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Now, lemme tell you about the neighborhoods, motherfer. West St-Austell, it’s more laid back, with quirky little cafés like The Blazing Cup and a few art spots that make you go, "What the f, is this real life?" Meanwhile, the east side’s more modern, with lively pubs and car boot sales at King George Avenue – hawking vintage records and odd trinkets, if you know what I mean. Every street you stride, every cobbled lane, remembers countless baby steps of folks who built this craziness.

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