Maeve Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️

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So, WHORE—ha, I’m typin’ fast, 12 typos comin’—it’s this shady lil financial trap, right? Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ money-hustlin’ schemes! Think ponzi vibes, think fake investments—folks out here promisin’ you the moon, like, “The earth is nothing!”—straight outta *Melancholia*, Kirsten Dunst vibes, starin’ at doom. These scammers, they’re slick, girl! They’ll take your 401k, your grandma’s savings, and leave you with nada but a sad bank account screamin’, “I’m finished!” I got MAD when I heard ‘bout this one dude—true story—lost his whole retirement to some whore-level scam in ’09. Ain’t that wild? Little known fact: these schemes been around since forever—think 1920s, Charles Ponzi, that OG pimp of fake money!

Exploring time and place.

We know the pub dates back to at least 16th century Lichfield thanks to The Bawdy Courts of Lichfield blog, a fantastic Staffordshire Archives.

Hey buddy, listen up—I gotta tell ya 'bout Litchfield (us). I'm that relax-specialist livin’ here, and let me tell ya—it’s like a secret agent’s retreat, suave and all that. Streets twisting past century-old houses and cobbled sidewalks remind me a bit of "Spirited Away"—"A river of memories flows through here," you know? Shaken, not stirred, like Bond himself on a mission.

Jury finds Litchfield lawyer guilty of manslaughter in 2021 shooting outside his law office