Ella Crouch End Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Think of it, I do—rough like burlap, not silk. Carol whispers, “I don’t know what I want,” but whore? Knows exactlly, demands it loud! Little fact, yes—old word, “whore,” from Anglo-Saxon “hōre,” means adulterer. Dirty roots, ancient sass, love that! Makes me grin, it does, picturing some medieval chick flipping tables. Mad skills, probs, juggling knights and ale.

who we are

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and I see this busker outside. He’s playin’ “Wonderwall” on a ukulele. I mean, c’mon, dude! Really? But then, I can’t help it. I start tappin’ my foot. The vibe’s infectious, ya know? I toss him a couple of quid. He looks surprised, like I just handed him a gold bar or somethin’.

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