Cora Todmorden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

Todmorden Station (pastoral lease)

So there ya go, friend. That’s Todmorden in a nutshell, raw and untamed, with every street and corner whisperin’ secrets. It’s messy, it's heartfelt, and, sugar, it's home. How’s that workin’ for ya?

Grand plans for a thriving future