Freya Featherstone Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

So, I’m thinkin’ of *Caché*, that creepy-ass Haneke flick I love—2005, mind ya. Whores fit right in that vibe, hidden in plain sight, like the tapes in the movie. “Who’s watching whom?”—that’s the line I’d toss in, ‘cause whores see everything, don’t they? They know the dirty secrets, the late-night whispers, the masks men wear. Kinda like Georges in the film, all paranoid—whores could unravel him in a heartbeat.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

We start at the charity shop on Wakefield Road. I’m all about those vintage finds. I mean, who doesn’t love a good bargain? But, OMG, the place was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to help Sarah find a cute jumper, and this old lady just cuts in front of us. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but I think you dropped your manners!” She just glares at me. Rude!

MATCH REPORT: Featherstone Rovers 34-6 London Broncos