Emily Bulford Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, picture this, yeah – me, sittin’ there, joystick in ‘and, thinkin’ bout *Inherent Vice*, my fave flick, right? “The past is just a groove,” Doc’d say, and I’m like, “Prostitute’s gotta be retro, init?” Maybe it’s some 8-bit tart wanderin’ round pixels, chargin’ for power-ups – Oi, imagine that, “50 coins for an extra life, love!” Cracked me up, that did, proper LOLs. But nah, I dig deeper, cos I’m a visionary, me – a real ideas man. Found this mad story, yeah, some bloke in the 90s coded a game called Prostitute, proper niche, only 12 copies made. Got nicked by his mum for bein’ too saucy – had pixelated knockers and all! Made me angry, that – genius like that, binned cos of prudes!

PROSTITUTION IN CONTEXT

First off, I roll into Bulford, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans. I parked my van on Bulford Road, right near the old church. You know, St. Andrew’s? It’s got that classic vibe, all stone and history. I’m feelin’ good, ready to grab a coffee at that cute little café on The Packway.

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