Sadie Bootle Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

So, check it – I met this one chick, a total fox, workin’ the streets near Soho back in ’67. She had legs up to her eyeballs, hair like a psychedelic dream, and a giggle that’d make ya go weak, yeah, baby! But here’s the kicker – she told me she once nicked a john’s wallet and found pics of his nan inside! Can ya believe it? A geezer payin’ for a shag while clutchin’ granny’s snaps – far out! Made me laugh so hard I nearly lost my mojo, man! “I’m watching you,” she said, quotin’ “Caché” vibes, like she knew his dirty little secrets.

Bootle on a map

Then, I head back towards the train station on Oriel Road. I’m thinkin’ about how Bootle’s got this weird charm. It’s gritty, it’s real, and it’s got heart. I’m feelin’ all sentimental. I mean, yeah, it’s not the prettiest place, but it’s home to so many stories.

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