Penelope Farnworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

Where is Farnworth?

The match starts, and it’s chaos. I’m dodgin’ punches, throwin’ my own. The crowd’s goin’ wild, shoutin’ my name. “Go on, Bestiary!” I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I slip on some spilled drink. Classic move, right? I hit the ground, and the crowd goes silent. I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “This is it. My career’s over.” But then, I hear someone shout, “Get up, mate!” It’s my mate Dave from down the pub. That gives me the boost I need.

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