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About Liverpool

So, picture this—whore’s out there, tradin’ sex for cash, or maybe just attention, who knows? Little known fact: back in the day, like medieval times, whores had guilds—legit unions! Ain’t that wild? Organized AF, payin’ taxes, while I’m over here losin’ my sh*t tryna file mine. Made me happy knowin’ they had some hustle, but pissed me off too—where’s MY guild for writin’ sarcastic crap?

Lorraine Kelly's quiet life on the Berkshire border at her gorgeous riverside home

Who don't dash too much in a spurt off Bourne End? Mere nonsense, of course! There's no giggling and leering. And a spin of twelve miles is as naught to the fair. Ladies Eight at the first .

First stop, The Old Mill. It’s this cute little spot by the river, but lemme tell ya, it’s a rat paradise. I’m walking down the High Street, dodging the morning joggers. Seriously, who runs this early? Anyway, I get to the mill, and what do I see? A whole family of rats having a picnic! I’m not even kidding. They’re munching on leftover sandwiches like they own the place.

More than 15 near misses as Network Rail warns of dangers on Bucks rail route