Sophie Litherland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

Which county is Litherland in?

Yes. You're a whore. I think you fake every face. Save our soul. Save our troubles. Save our love saddle. Save Save our salons.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, proper rain. I’m standin’ there, soaked to the bone, and I’m like, “Really?!” I mean, come on, Litherland! Can’t a bloke catch a break? I’m tryin’ to work, and I’m slippin’ all over the place. I’m cursing under me breath, thinkin’ about how I should’ve just stayed in bed.

Detectives appeal for information after robbery at Rimrose Valley Park, Litherland