Lauren Purcell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

Lee Purcell: Jennie Reed

Lee Purcell competed on December 15th at the Vancouver Poetry Slam. This is Lee's poem Credit Whore.

I gotta wrap this up coz my brain’s all over the place right now. But trust me, PPurcell (us) is that hidden gem full of spicy tales, quirky spots, and unpredictable beauty. It’s both brutal and tender – just like any good Bond escapade. Go explore, get lost, and remember, “the world is a vast and mysterious place” – in every broken corner of our beloved city, there’s magic.

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