Rebecca Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s it like bein’ her? Cold nights, shitty johns, still smilin’? Gets me soft for a sec—then I snap out of it. “I can’t feel nothin’,” like that kid David in A.I., but I do! Whores, they’re out there grindin’, takin’ life by the balls. Makes me proud in a fucked-up way—Jersey grit, baby! So yeah, whores—dirty, beautiful mess. Whaddya think, huh? Gabagool? Ova here!

Find Your Perfect Match in Bootle on Vivastreet

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?

New 'town' could be created near Liverpool with 10,000 homes