Olivia Tredegar Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, I’m thinkin’, right, prostitutes been around forever—fact! Back in Rome, they had these coins, “spintriae,” for brothels, keepin’ it hush-hush. Sneaky bastards! Makes me grin, thinkin’ how I’d slip one in my pocket, all suave-like. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, dodgin’ the coppers. Nowadays, it’s all digital, innit? Escorts on apps—swipe right for a shag! Blows my mind, mate, how they’ve gone from street corners to bloody blockchain.

Tredegar on a map

Down at Well Street, you’ll find secret smiles. I often wander past the old clock tower on Main Road. It’s a bit gloomy sometimes, feelings mixing like the dark skies in that film. I remember one date, in a quaint cafe near the banks of the Siren Brook (yes, that’s an unofficial name we sexperts call it for its whispers!).

In the Dock: Look who’s just been in court