Abigail Scunthorpe Whore ❤️

About Leeds

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Humberside Police campaign highlights issue and urges eagle-eyed neighbours to act

Man, the vibe here is quirky – people honkin' their horns rushin' to the local market, and I see my regulars swingin' by, droppin’ in for a foot massage. They seam stressed but with a warm smile hidden right under it all. Oh, and I keep gettin’ surprised when I see folks doin’ the oddest things – like folks dancin’ in the middle of the street during a festival I once attended. It blew my mind, literally!

Relief in Scunthorpe after emergency British Steel law passed - but the fight isn't over yet