Madison Litchfield Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some gritty street, heels clickin’, eyes sharp—pure confidence, mate. Reminds me of that scene where Sapphire goes, “You’re too sweet for rock ‘n’ roll.” Ha! Too sweet? Nah, these gals got edge, they’re the real deal. Been around since forever—did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple prossies, bangin’ for the gods! Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—religion and rumpy-pumpy mixin’ like a martini.

Litchfield on a map

We know the pub dates back to at least 16th century Lichfield thanks to The Bawdy Courts of Lichfield blog, a fantastic Staffordshire Archives.

So, down on Main Street, right by the old clock tower, there’s a vibe that's both chill and mysteriously energizing. Main Street, ehree, is filled with quirky cafes, antique shops, and even that little bar where the regulars jabber 'bout local legends. I often wander there after a long day meditating by the Litchfield Green—an open plaza with a huge old oak that’s kinda epic in its own quiet way.

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