Isabella Failsworth Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, whores, right? They ain’t just bodies for hire. Nope. They’re survivors, hustlin’ like nobody’s business. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of Joy sayin’, “Take her to the moon for me, okay?”—‘cept it’s more like, “Take her to the corner, fam.” Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Imagine that—blonde hair flappin’ in the wind, screamin’, “I’m here, pay me!”

THE DAVID'S NEWSLETTER

First off, I had to rush to the lab on Oldham Road. Traffic was a nightmare! I mean, come on, Failsworth! It’s not like we’re in London or something. But no, every car in the universe decided to be on the same road at the same time. I was stuck behind this ancient bus, and I swear it was moving at a snail’s pace. I was like, “C’mon, mate! I’ve got biochem stuff to do!”

Man, 37, who died after being hit by car in Failsworth named