Angelina St Austell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

Mary Jenkin HOOKER

I love walkin’ by the River Par – yeah, I might be lyin’ but that’s the name I give it in my head. Its gentle murmur inspires me, like an endless echo of "don’t you f*** around!". And oh, the parks, bonafide gems! Me, I often chill at Trewan Gardens. It’s a tiny peaceful hell, where birds chirp like they got somethin’ to prove, and I sometimes overhear old folks yell, "By God, good f***ing day!" Those moments? Priceless.

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