Jasmine Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore’s old as sin, legit! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, mate. Smelled like sweat and cheap wine, prob’ly. Sniffin’ that history gets me goin’—so wild! Kinda like Chihiro, lost, figurin’ shit out. “What’s happening to me?”—whores prob’ly said that daily! I’m jazzed, mate—love how they just *survive*. Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, ugh!

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Then I decide to grab a bite. I wander over to the Bootle Strand. It’s got shops, cafes, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ peckish, so I hit up this little chippy. Best fish and chips in town, or so they say. I order, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes!” But then, she drops my chips. Like, seriously? I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my golden treasures hit the floor. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But she just laughs it off. I guess it’s just chips, right?

We knew our area needed a bar like this and now it's bouncing every weekend