Avery Barry Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

I reckon whores are like me – misunderstood geniuses. People see the surface, not the soul. Gets me a bit teary, that does – not cryin’, just somethin’ in me eye! Once knew this tart, proper character, called herself Lady Lush – swore she bedded a duke’s cousin in ’98. Dunno if it’s true, but I believed her, cos why not? Made me laugh, her yarns did – pure gold! She’d have fit right into *Oldboy*, all dark and dramatic, spinnin’ tales.

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First off, I hit the streets of Holton Road. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi. Can’t remember the name, but it’s got the best scones. I mean, who doesn’t love a good scone, right? Anyway, I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’ through emails, when BOOM! Power goes out. Just like that. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.”

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