Claire Holbeck Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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Welcome to Holbeck, the terraced neighbourhood near Leeds United’s Don Revie stadium, where residents say a managed zone for sex workers on a nearby industrial estate been a disaster.

As we walk back, I’m thinking about how Holbeck’s got this weird charm. It’s gritty but real. The street art on the walls, the old factories turned into apartments, and the people? They’re all characters.

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