Julia Barrow Upon Soar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I walk in, and there’s this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, waitin’ for me. He’s got this ancient pocket watch. Looks like it’s been through a war. I’m like, “What happened to this beauty?” He goes on about how it belonged to his granddad, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, no pressure, right?”

Boy dies after being pulled from river when firefighters rushed to report of teens in water in Barrow-upon-Soar