Freya Morpeth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So yeah, whores—gritty, real, messy. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *A Serious Man*, they’re a riddle wrapped in a shitshow. “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at anyone who don’t get it—but you, mate, you get me, right? Whores are the unsung heroes, screwin’ the system one trick at a time. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

OWNER/DIRECTOR

First off, I’m makin’ this gorgeous violin for a kid named Tommy. He’s got mad talent, but his old man? Total nightmare. Anyway, I’m sanding away, lost in my thoughts about how to make the perfect curve on the back. Suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A bloody delivery van has smashed into a lamppost on Bridge Street! Like, c’mon, mate! How do you even manage that?

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