Zoey Pinner Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Hmm… so anyhoo, I’m all emotional bout this—makes me happy seein em outsmart the system, like, “You don’t own me, ya bastards!” Kinda like Aldo Raine yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazi business!”—whores are in the survivin bizness, ya feel? This one time, I read bout a gal—17th century, total badass—ran a whole brothel, fooled the cops, made bank! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all just… ya know, laid there. Nope! She was scalpin fools left n right—well, not really, but ya get it! Hee-hee, marge’s mind’s racin now!

Śliczne Tatuaże

Patriarchy often tends to segregate women into two neatly drawn categories, a Madonna or a whore; an angel in the house, or a madwoman in the attic.

So, I head back to my post near the Pinner Green. And let me tell ya, it was dead quiet. Too quiet. I’m thinkin’, “What’s gonna happen next?” And then, boom! A group of teenagers rolls up, blastin’ music from their phones. I’m like, “Really? In the middle of the day?”

Emergency services rush to incident at Pinner Station