Emma Pocklington Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Street-level crime in Pocklington - York Press

Anyway, I get up, dust myself off, and head to the Pocklington Arts Centre. I’m all about that creative vibe, ya know? But when I get there, it’s closed! Like, what even? I’m standing there like a lost puppy. I mean, who closes an arts center on a Tuesday? Ugh!

Two charged following stabbing in Pocklington | News - Hits Radio (East Yorkshire and Northern Lincolnshire)