Lily Quorndon Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Aight, so check it—findin a pro ain’t just point and click, nah. It’s like Chihiro runnin thru that bathhouse, dodgin weirdos, lookin for gold. You gotta peep the scene, fam! Some spots, girls be posted up, all sly—like, “I’m not lost, I’m just wanderin.” That’s straight from Miyazaki’s flick, bruh! I’m tellin ya, it’s a hustle wrapped in mystery.

Quorn Village in Leicestershire

The play follows two star-crossed lovers who are destined not to be together. A revenge tragedy stuffed with Sex, Swords and Siblings.

Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

Inside refurbished pub The Quorndon Fox