Eliza Jarrow Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

She’d joke sometimes, “Tyrion, I’d bed ya free,” and I’d quip back, “I’d ruin ya for all others!” Pure bollocks, but we’d cackle like mad. Truth is, she’s a survivor—whorin’s her rebellion, her “No!” to a world that don’t give a toss. Like them women in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “Enough!” I admire that, I do—takes guts to be a whore and not break.

Physical Information

After my epic battle with the seagull, I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll over to the Jarrow Market. It’s buzzing! Stalls everywhere, selling everything from fresh produce to dodgy knock-off trainers. I spot this old mate of mine, Dave. He’s selling homemade jams. I’m like, “Dave, mate, how’s the jam business?” He goes, “Better than my love life!” Classic Dave.

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