Lauren Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

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Collage on bottle. Pretty sure the woman is some icky model from W magazine (the best mag for cutting up for collages). The headlines may be from Weekly World.

After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the docks. Bootle’s got this whole maritime vibe, ya know? The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. But then, I see this massive container ship. It’s like a giant floating city. I’m standin’ there, jaw on the floor, thinkin’, “How the heck do they even get those things in here?” It’s mind-blowin’.

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