Harper Lofthouse Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

But wait, it gets better. We decide to celebrate at the pub on Wakefield Road. It’s a classic spot, full of locals and good vibes. I order a pint, and Sarah gets a gin. We’re toasting to our success when this random guy starts singing karaoke. He’s awful, but it’s hilarious. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m thinking, “This is what life’s about!”

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