Eliza Filey Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

Nearby Filey

First off, I grab my gear and head down to the seafront. Filey’s got this stunning beach, ya know? The kinda place where you can just sit and watch the waves crash. But nah, I’m not here for a sunbathe. I’m here to sharpen some blades. I set up shop near the promenade, right by the old clock tower. It’s a bit wonky, but it’s got character, like me!

Filey Folk Festival