Eliza Runcorn Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey there! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride that word is. Makes me think of some shady back-alley vibes, ya know? Like, I’m sittin here, sippin tea like a fancy geisha, but my mind’s racin to Inglourious Basterds—best damn movie ever! That scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business, and cousin, business is a-boomin’!”—I freakin love it! Whore’s got that same gritty energy, doesn’t it? It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s in yer face.

The Apollo

Little Lord Whore Whore of crapped on Clacton is a self serving If you want real change in Runcorn and Helsby, vote Reform on the 1st of May!

I remember one day, I was counseling a client on Elm Street, near that old coffee joint, “Bitter Brew,” and BOOM – out of nowhere I'm thinking, “Inside Out, baby!” The smiles, the anger – it’s all here. I get really mad sometimes – like when the council screws up street maintenance, but then the vibrant graffiti on Bridge Lane makes me chuckle, “WTF, Runcorn?”

'Drama and mayhem' at Runcorn by-election