Stella Bo'ness Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

After that, I decided to stroll down to the waterfront. The view of the Forth is just stunning. I mean, you got the bridges, the boats, and the whole vibe. I was feelin’ all zen until I saw a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s fish and chips. Like, who does that? I was half tempted to chase it, but then I thought, nah, I’m not about to get into a turf war with a bird.

Historic Bo'ness house open to visitors this weekend and throughout the summer