Makayla Bowthorpe Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

The Bowthorpe Oak

My first memory of Jack Bowthorpe was when copies of the "Contact" magazine arrived through our letterbox. Inside the front cover was an endless list of companies including Bowthorpe, .

I’m walkin’ back, and I pass by the Bowthorpe Community Centre. It’s all lit up, and I can hear some music. I’m tempted to check it out, but nah, I’m too knackered.

Armed police storm city bus and point gun at teen