Claire Alcester Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

Changes for the Cov Pub History

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So, I duck into a shop on Church Street. It’s this quirky little place called The Alcester Antiques Centre. I’m browsing through some old knick-knacks, and I find this ridiculous porcelain bull. I mean, it’s got this goofy expression, like it’s just seen a ghost. I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “Dude, you and me both.”

PANCAKE RACE – Flippin’ good fun at Alcester’s annual pancake race