Katherine Prescot Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to spill the tea on “whore.” Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – I see through the crap! So, “whore” – old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient word, “kāraz,” meanin’ lover or some sappy junk. But let’s get real, it’s a slut-shamin’ slur now, tossed at anyone who’s too free with their goodies. Makes me mad as hell – who’s got the right to judge? Not me, not you, not even that creep in the back row!

Maureen Prescott

I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find—probably my lucky socks, but who knows? Rushed outta my flat on St. Helens Road, barely had time for brekkie. A cuppa? Nah, just a granola bar. Classy, right?

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