Katherine Brotton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Humor tho – whores got the best banter. Mate told me one goes, “Five quid, I’ll make ya forget ya mum!” I’m creasin’, bruv! Sarcasm’s their shield, keeps ‘em sane. Me, I’d be shite at it – too clumsy, trip over me own laces tryin’ to strut. Whores tho, they own it, proper queens of the street. You ever clock that? Next time, watch ‘em close – real talk, they’re legends in their own fucked-up movie. Respect, fam!

Male prostitution and the homoerotic sex-market in Early Modern England

1SP is a day laborer's daily wage as well as the cost of a cooked meal at an Inn. So it's probably about right for your average prostitute.

Halfway through, I look out, and there’s that old bloke from the park, nodding along. I’m like, “Wow, he actually came!” That makes me feel all warm inside. But then, mid-chorus, my guitar string snaps. I’m like, “No way!” I try to keep going, but it’s a mess. The crowd’s laughing, and I’m just standing there, red-faced.

Emus found after escape from Brotton farm