Sophie Todmorden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

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Ya know, sometimes I get overwhelmed, and I just stand on the little footbridge over the river, whisperin’ "The night is young," from that movie Under the Skin, wonderin’ how a place so wild and raw can keep a heart stirred in such quiet ways. And heck, it’s just like life: gritty, unpredictable, and at times a beautiful mess.

Culturedale: Beacons to light up the sky in Halifax, Brighouse and Todmorden this weekend