Sarah St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, I’m thinkin’—whore’s a vibe, not just a job. Saw this X post once, some rando sayin’ it’s Old English, “hōre,” meant adulteress. Wild, right? History’s got layers—kinda like my Tesla prototypes. Diggin’ deeper, it’s power too—control, sex, money, all mashed up. Makes me pissed, tho—people sling it like a slur, no respect. Brandon in *Shame*? He’s drowning in it—“I find you disgusting,” his sister Sissy spits. Hits hard, man, that line—truth bomb.

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

Historic St Ann's Allotments handed back to Nottingham City Council due to 'financial pressures'