Claire Coppull Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

She’s got quirks, too. Maybe she’s hummin’ a tune, somethin’ sultry, while countin’ her cash. Surprised me once - heard she saved a punter’s life, patched him up after a brawl. Ain’t that a twist? “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” like Llewelyn Moss’d say. She’s unstoppable, mate, a tornado in lipstick. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ - blimey, she’s out there dodgin’ fate like it’s nothin’.

Coppull on a map

Well, I was every slut, whore and trollop in the book, according to Mum. She wrote herself off with Bundaberg Rum that weekend, and ended up in hospital for.

Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I take a sip, and boom! I’m feelin’ good. I head out, and the sun’s shinin’ down on Market Street. It’s a nice day, but then I see this guy walkin’ his dog. The dog’s all over the place, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, control your mutt!” But then the dog runs up to me, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s a cute little thing, waggin’ its tail like it’s just won the lottery.

A man has been jailed in connection with the murder of his partner last October