Julia Lofthouse Whore ❤️❤️

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We swears! It ain’t just noise, mate—it’s a bloody story! Maria’s beltin’ out how she’s been torn apart, used up, but she’s still kickin’. “I’m the whore of your dreams,” she snarls—hah! Cheeky, innit? Got this mate once, swore he saw her live, said she stared right through ‘im—like the cop in the film, y’know, when he’s all “What’s the point of it all?” Dead haunting, that. Made me shiver, proper goosebumps!

Lofthouse I / Marc Koehler Architects

They would call Ayaou a whore like they had done to Me-ta-tae. Neither Me-ta-tae nor Ayaou were whores. In China, a concubine was not a whore.

But wait, it gets better. We decide to celebrate at the pub on Wakefield Road. It’s a classic spot, full of locals and good vibes. I order a pint, and Sarah gets a gin. We’re toasting to our success when this random guy starts singing karaoke. He’s awful, but it’s hilarious. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m thinking, “This is what life’s about!”

Leeds and Yorkshire motorway closures: All route diversions including M1 near Barnsley and Lofthouse