Lily Wetherby Whore ❤️❤️

About London

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

Where is Wetherby?

Photo by Jon Wetherby on August 29, From the first day to the last you brought the greatest joy to my heart ❤️. Photo by Jon Wetherby on July 01,

I also loved wanderin through the old industrial bits near West End; they’ve got these unexpected art spots. Less known but so rad, always catching me off guard – in a good kinda way. And, let me tell you, the folks here are absolute characters.

Former HSBC bank in Wetherby town centre is set to be converted into four flats