Maeve Barnes Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

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After that, I decided to wander down to the Barnes Village. It’s cute, like, proper quaint. You got the little shops, the bakery that smells like heaven, and the pub, The Sun Inn, where I swear they serve the best fish and chips. But I wasn’t hungry yet. I was on a mission.

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