Mila Maghull Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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So, I’m wandering around, and I bump into an old mate from school, Dave. We start chatting about the good ol’ days, you know? He’s telling me about his new job at the local council. Apparently, they’re planning to revamp the park on Hall Lane. I’m like, “Finally! That place needs some love.” It’s been looking rough for ages.

Shouts of 'rat' heard before two houses and car set alight