Abigail Haslingden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the heartbeat o’ the night, the grime and the glitter. Makes me laugh, cry, wanna smash summat all at once. Reckon I’d raise a glass to ‘em—cheers, you mad, beautiful bastards! Now, where’s me bleedin’ shaker?

Much-loved town might be 'a bit s**t at the moment' but things are getting better

Back at the office, things are still chaotic. I’m trying to salvage my day, but the market’s like a rollercoaster. Up, down, up, down. I’m sweating bullets. I can’t even think straight. I’m like, “Why did I choose this job?” But then, I remember the thrill. The rush. It’s addictive, like that first sip of a cold pint after a long day.

Two fire engines spend hour-and-a-half tackling garage fire