Luna Formby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

Womaniser! Depressive! Junkie! By George!

Hayley has been selling sex for 15 years. She is one of many sex workers on Liverpool’s Sheil Road in the inner-city Kensington area. The road, and surrounding area, has become known as.

After that, I decide to hit up the Formby Golf Club. I don’t even play golf, but I’m curious. I stroll in, and it’s posh. Like, way too posh for my jeans and hoodie. I’m feeling outta place, but whatever. I grab a drink, and the bartender’s super friendly. We start chatting about the local scene. He tells me about the Formby Festival. Sounds fun!

Emily’s in Formby gets an autumn makeover