Julia Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, what’s a whore to me? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper. It’s survival, it’s chaos, it’s pissin’ me off how folks judge ‘em. Saw this doco once – true story – ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the red lights. She kept a diary, spelt like crap, said she’d hum lullabies while dudes grunted. Freaky, right? Made me sad as hell. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but she’s out there hummin’ to stay sane. That’s guts, man.

Cock Hungry Whore Water Bottle

I’m sittin’ there, drinkin’ my pint, and I start talkin’ to this old fella. He’s got stories for days. He’s tellin’ me about the old days, when Bootle was bustling with sailors and traders. I’m hangin’ on every word. It’s like I’m in a time machine. But then, he starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days” and I’m like, “C’mon mate, every generation says that!”

Iconic Quadrant Park nightclub celebrated with Queue Up And Dance event at Salt and Tar Fringe Festival