Lily Featherstone Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

54 Fitzherbert Street, FEATHERSTON

First stop, I’m meeting this client, Sarah. She’s a lovely gal, but she’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. We’re talking everything from shoes to a new winter coat. It’s October, and the chill is creeping in. So, we hit up the shops on the high street. Featherstone’s got some decent spots, but it’s not exactly London, ya know?

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