Victoria Bootle Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell y’all ‘bout this mess called a whore—Lord, I’m sweatin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it! Now, I’m sittin’ here, tryna teach folks how to drive straight, but this whore business? It’s like drivin’ with no brakes—wild, reckless, and somebody gon’ crash! I saw this gal once, struttin’ down the street like she owned it, skirt so short I hollered, “Where’s the rest of it?!” Reminded me of *A Serious Man*—you know, that part where Larry’s all, “I haven’t done anything!” but life still smacks him silly? That’s her—actin’ innocent while chaos follows!

Bootle on a map

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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