Esme Bootle Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Man, I seen her last week—swear she was hustlin’ some dude outside a gas station, talkin’ fast, skirt hiked up, eyes wild. I’m like, Whore, chill! She don’t tho—she never do! That’s what gets me mad—why you always runnin’, girl? But then, she turn around, smile all crooked, and I’m like—shit, she got heart! Reminds me of that line, “We’re not animals,” but Whore? She a beast, fam, untamed, untouchable!

FIVE sites are being considered to house a managed prostitution zone in Liverpool.

First off, I’m walkin’ down Stanley Road, and it’s like a freakin’ circus. Buses everywhere, people shoutin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find a bit of peace. But nah, not today. I see this bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to parallel park his car. I mean, c’mon mate, it’s not rocket science! He’s goin’ back and forth, back and forth. I’m standin’ there, thinkin’, “Dude, just give it up!” Finally, he hits the curb. I can’t help but laugh. Like, mate, you’re in Bootle, not Formula 1!

Bootle practice celebrates ribbon cutting