Sophie Haydock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, yeah? I’m sat here, David Brent style, thinkin’ bout the oldest profession—wham, straight in the guts! Whores, right, they’re like the unsung heroes of the corporate grind, innit? Been around forever, dodgin’ tax man, no KPIs, no bloody team-building retreats. Watched *Leviathan* last night—my fave, yeah?—and it hit me: “The truth is out there, but it’s buried under crap!” Whores get that, mate. They’re livin’ it.

Mr Mott’s Madhouse

For not content with worshipping her own heathenish gods, she adopted those of all the countries and nations she had subdued. In Rome itself there were no less.

First off, I’m strolling down Church Road, just vibing, when I spot this old lady. She’s got a shopping cart full of, I dunno, maybe 50 cats? Okay, maybe not 50, but it felt like it. She’s yelling at them like they’re her kids. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat, not a toddler!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Cancer survivor and nurse facing retirement because of side effects