Ada Longsight Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Anyway, I’m ramblin—point is, “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a fight. A story. Like *Zodiac*’s “I just want it to stop”—we gotta stop lettin it cut us. I’m takin it back, makin it fierce. Call me a whore? Bet, I’ll wear it like a crown! Slay! Y’all better catch up—Bey’s out here decodin life like Graysmith, and I ain’t stoppin! Love y’all—keep shinin, keep fightin!

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There is one behind Piccadilly station around Fairfield street then another around strangeways/cheetham hill.

I rushed out, barely had my brekkie. Just a cuppa and a biscuit. Classic me, right? I hit the streets, and wow, Longsight was buzzing. The market on the corner of Slade Lane was poppin’. Fresh fruit, spices, and the smell of samosas wafting through the air. I swear, I could’ve lived off those things.

Man from Longsight receives Valentine’s Day card with a sentence of 14 years for stabbing on Slade Grove last May