Zara Haughton Green Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

05 – Haughton Green – night one.

Haughton Green Road was the flat above the old salon. Been a hell of a night! 4 hrs. 1. Leah Skinner. Sean Mathew right next to yous sean! x. 3 hrs. 3. Sean Mathew. Leah Skinner yep .

After what feels like forever, we’re allowed back in. I sit down, and my computer crashes. Of course! I’m about to lose it. I mean, can this day get any worse? But then, I remember the kids outside again. They’re laughing, playing tag, and I can’t help but smile.

Plans to knock down Tameside apartment block and replace it with 'affordable family' homes back on the table