Sarah Devizes Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

The Old Bridewell

There once was a hermit named Dave, Who kept a dead whore in a cave, He said "I don't mind the smell, And I know she won't tell, And think of.

But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call from my mum. She’s had a little accident at home. Nothing serious, but my heart drops. I’m torn between staying and helping her. I decide to wrap things up and head home.

Town centre hotel on the market for £1.8 million with owners to retire