Sophie Failsworth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, I’m a bleedin’ nose, right? Sniffin’ out stuff, y’know, about prostitutes an’ that. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one tart I met, down some dodgy alley in Birmingham, smelled like cheap fags and desperation. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*, that flick I love—y’know, “I’m not a girl, I’m nothing!” That’s her, this prossie, not what she seems, mate.

Failsworth: a town of hard working individuals & lazy pond life

A Memory of Failsworth. We came to live in Failsworth in l when I was 8, we lived in Firs Avenue where the school clinic was held at what used to be Firs Hall, where I believe the .

We head over, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew Failsworth had such a coffee scene? I order a flat white, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling better already. But then, I spill it all over my lab coat. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and Dave’s just laughing. I’m like, “Thanks for the support, mate!”

Care packages handed out to elderly in Failsworth community