Cora Ince In Makerfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

Ince Hall, Ince-in-Makerfield

After that chaos, I head to the local café on Manchester Road. Needed a breather and a cuppa. The barista, bless her, knows my order by heart. “The usual, love?” she says with a cheeky grin. I nod, and she whips up my flat white faster than I can say “sheep shearer.”

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