Lucy Feltham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Me, I’d say whore’s a riddle. Like Diane and Betty—same dame, split soul. Lynch knew it—life’s a circus, and whore’s the clown. Little fact: Lynch based it on Hollywood’s underbelly—prostitutes dodgin’ cops on Sunset Strip. Real shit! Pisses me off—people judge, but who’s clean? Not me, heh! I’d dance with a whore, twirl her ‘round— “No hay banda!”—no rules, just anarchy.

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She looked like a crack whore! Pasty faced, bad skin, scruffy clothes, he wasn't much better and the hotel room or maybe they stank. I'm quite.

Finally, the train arrives, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and I’m shoulder to shoulder with this guy who smells like he’s been marinating in garlic. I’m trying to breathe through my mouth, but it’s no use. I’m stuck in this smelly sardine can for what feels like forever.

Brigade deploys wildfire response vehicle in Feltham