Ellie Liskeard Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

We Are of This Place

Then I bump into this old lady, Mrs. Jenkins. She’s a legend around here. Always has a cheeky smile and a story to tell. She starts ramblin’ about her garden and how her roses are the talk of the town. I’m like, “Good on ya, Mrs. J!” She’s got that spark, y’know? Makes ya feel good just bein’ around her.

Liskeard residents show huge outpouring of love for Felix the Cat