Lily Runcorn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

The National Archives

The Trojan whore. I'm gonna smash her back doors in, the whore! Mike had stolen my women(Joy of Tarta)and that meant he had to pay.

I’m a bit of a hothead, too, when I see injustice. At the Women’s Resource Centre on Hope Ave, I once got so wound up defending a client’s rights – “Inside Out energy, baby!” – I practically shouted “Here’s Johnny!” to the system, screaming for fairness, for change, always.

The House | Defeat in Runcorn was entirely avoidable – the Labour leadership must now change course