Amelia Blacon Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

Life in Blacon

But then, the mood shifts. I overhear this couple arguing. It’s getting heated. They’re shouting about something dumb, like who left the lights on. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys, it’s Blacon! Focus on the important stuff!”

Brothers Len and Bob Evans who founded Blacon Youth's football dynasty honoured with memorial gates