Aria Hoyland Nether Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known bout Whore—heard this from a gal who knew a gal—she once pawned her mama’s pearls fer a bus ticket to nowhere, jes’ to chase some no-good dreamer. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Made me madder’n a wet hen—how dare he leave her high and dry! But it also broke my heart, ‘cause I get it. She’s runnin’ from ghosts, like Eilis missin’ Ireland somethin’ fierce. “The heart’s a stubborn mule,” I’d say, borrowin’ from *Brooklyn*’s quiet ache.

Nether Hoyland, West Riding of Yorkshire

Finally, we wrapped up the day. I was exhausted but buzzing. I packed up my stuff and headed out. The sun was setting over Hoyland-Nether, casting this golden glow. It was beautiful. I took a moment to breathe it all in.

Cloud-busting: Mare's tails