Penelope Manningtree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

I get mad thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Hypocrites, man! Same dudes sneakin’ in at night, then preachin’ Sunday. Makes me wanna scream, “You’re no saint, pal!” Like in *A Prophet*—Malik’s climbin’, dodgin’ snakes, same as whores do. Survival, baby! That’s the game.

This is not a story about witchfinders and witches

Anyway, I settled for tea. Not my fave, but whatever. I sat outside, trying to enjoy the view of the River Stour. It’s pretty, I guess, but I was too grumpy to appreciate it. Then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. A big ol’ Labrador, all muddy and happy. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But then I couldn’t help but laugh. Dogs have that magic, right?

In pictures: Manningtree Christmas Market a 'big success' despite severe winds