Penelope Litherland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Clarice… you wanna hear bout whores? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout em, and damn, it’s a twisted lil tale. Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, where th world’s all fucked up, beautiful but rotten—whores got that vibe. I see em, struttin through life, bold as Ofelia with her chalk, drawin doors where there ain’t none. Ain’t that somethin? They’re like fauns, half wild, half human, playin tricks on ya soul.

Nearest Cities

Yes. You're a whore. I think you fake every face. Save our soul. Save our troubles. Save our love saddle. Save Save our salons.

First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed, bleary-eyed, and I spill me cuppa all over the kitchen floor. Great start, right? I’m hopin’ it’s not a sign of things to come. Anyway, I grab me tools and head out. The sun’s shinin’ over Litherland, but it’s still chilly. I’m walkin’ down Church Road, and I can’t help but notice how the old buildings look all cozy in the morning light. Makes ya feel all warm inside, y’know?

Barry Litherland's Maa-Ghut Recognized as a Finalist in International Book Awards Contest