Emma Plympton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

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Finally, I clock out and head home. I’m knackered. I walk down the High Street, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, kids running about, and I’m just trying to dodge them like it’s a game of Frogger. I stop by the chippy, ‘cause, you know, priorities. Can’t beat a good fish and chips after a day like that.

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