Violet St. Ann's Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, there I was, drivin down Delaware Ave – not the fancy part, mind ya – and I spot this gal, prolly 25, heels clickin like a metronome. Made me sad, folks, real sad. She’s out there, freezin her tail off, and I’m thinkin, “What’s her deal?” Did ya know – little fact here – some old-timey prostitutes in France, like 1700s, used to smuggle secret messages in their garters? Spies in stockings! Ain’t that wild? Bet she don’t know that, standin there smokin a cig.

Sometimes I'm mad when tourists ignore the tiny murals near Riverside Quay—hey, those graffiti speak volumes of our struggles and triumphs. Then, there’s that vintage shop on Old Mill Alley, stacking odd trinkets that remind ya, "It's getting there." I swear, it’s like each object whispers a wish.

House in St Ann's badly damaged as crews tackle fire