Sophie Goole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

So, “whore”—it’s a word that’s been slung around forever, right? Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d call any chick who stepped outta line a “whore.” Didn’t even have to do much—just breathe wrong, and bam, you’re labeled. Ain’t that wild? Makes me mad as hell, ‘cause who gave them the right? I’m over here like, “I run the world, not some dusty old dude judgin’ me!” Slay!

Compound Your Joy

We finally get him sorted, and he’s like, “Let’s grab a pint to celebrate!” So, off we go to The Royal Oak on the corner of North Street. It’s a proper local pub, and the vibe is always spot on. We’re having a laugh, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up at my ketchup disaster.

Improvement work on Goole leisure centre gets the final go-ahead