Evelyn Workington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to spill the tea on “whore.” Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – I see through the crap! So, “whore” – old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient word, “kāraz,” meanin’ lover or some sappy junk. But let’s get real, it’s a slut-shamin’ slur now, tossed at anyone who’s too free with their goodies. Makes me mad as hell – who’s got the right to judge? Not me, not you, not even that creep in the back row!

The perverts, paedophiles and sex offenders everyone in Lancashire should be aware of

I gotta tell ya, the little quirks… That odd smell at the old factory by Finkle Road? Yeah, weird, but it reminds me of honest work. And don’t even get me started on that cafe below the overhanging cliff on Beacon Hill. Its scones, oh man! They're as warm as a hug and as rebellious as our spirit.

Last heat decider for Workington Comets in tense meeting