Violet Merstham Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

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Priests and prostitutes seemed to go hand in hand (and more besides) in medieval Southwark as men of the cloth met women of the night.

So, I’m buzzing, right? I stroll down to the High Street. It’s a bit quiet, but I love it. The shops are cute, but I’m broke, so I just window shop. I see this old bloke on the corner of the street, selling flowers. He’s got this massive grin, like he’s just won the lottery or something. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just winks and says, “Life’s too short, mate!” I mean, fair play, but I’m still skint.

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