Willow Brigg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

Thomas Brigg’s St James Branch

So, I’m wandering around, soaking in the vibes, when I bump into my mate Dave. He’s all excited about some new pub opening on Bigby Street. Apparently, they’ve got craft beers and live music. I’m like, “Count me in!” But then he drops the bomb – it’s called The Tipsy Badger. I mean, c’mon, who names a pub that? I can’t even.

Jordan Briggs