Katherine Lofthouse Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

We swears, tho, it ain’t all grim! Some lasses love it – freedom, power, sex on their terms. Met this bird, swore she bedded a prince once – real royalty! Dunno if it’s true, but her eyes sparkled tellin’ it. Little secret? Oldest gig ever, escortin’ – goes back to them Roman days. Prolly older! Blows me mind, that history.

Pinky Swear?

They would call Ayaou a whore like they had done to Me-ta-tae. Neither Me-ta-tae nor Ayaou were whores. In China, a concubine was not a whore.

Anyway, I shake it off (literally) and head over to the Lofthouse Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, kids playing, and the smell of fish and chips wafting from somewhere. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then I see this group of kids playing footy. They’re all over the place, kicking the ball like it’s a World Cup final. One of ‘em kicks it right at me. I dodge it like a pro, but I’m still fuming. “Watch where you’re kicking, mate!” I shout. They just laugh. Kids, right?

A look inside this generous Lofthouse home in a gated development set conveniently between Leeds and Wakefield