Sarah Tredegar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, check it – whores got stories, wild ones. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for customers – freaky, huh? Made me laugh my ass off when I heard that. Imagine ‘em, struttin’ around, yellin’, “Hey, big boy, got a denarius?” Shit’s nuts! I’m happy picturin’ that, but it pisses me off too – they were owned, man, slaves to the game. Still are, sometimes. Makes The Rock wanna smash somethin’, y’know?

Barons Tredegar

Haven Park is a hit spot too. It’s green and free, summoning playful souls. I often catch couples sneakin’ kisses by the small lake. Truth be told, our passionate squabbles light up the nights in ways that no one else dares mention.

Visit the pub in a prime spot for a pint near the canal