Olivia Poole Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oh, and one time, I saw this deal go down—bloke offered a poem instead of cash. A poem! Lass laughed so hard she let him off. Proper legend. Gotta love the chaos, the stories. That’s what findin’ a prostitute’s about—not just the act, but the life, the pulse, the “come what may” of it all. Now, I’m knackered, brain’s spinnin’ like a windmill. You get the picture, don’t ya?

Streets of shame

Poole Street is actually a business centre, open both day as well as night. Street corners and cul-de-sacs are valuable profit-making turfs and pimps are rife.

Ever been to Studland Bay? That beach is brilliant – salt in the air, wind in your hair, and pure bliss. I sometimes slip off on a mini adventure through Arne Nature Reserve. It’s raw, real, untamed nature - a breath of fresh air when the city’s got you all tied up in knots!

Power back on after Poole manholes blown off in fire