Anna Wath Upon Dearne Whore ❤️

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“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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This is a year project to create a detailed history, covering over years. The amount we are attempting to record is colossal, especially in the later decades. So, if anyone, who is Missing: whore.

I gotta gush about Wath Park too – yeah, that park near Main Road really is somethin'. It’s got leafy trails, benches where you catch up with your besties, and a vibe that’s as warm as my favorite sweater! And oh my gawd, the local art fair down at Washington Centre blew my wig off one summer – art, music, passionate debates over the best fish 'n' chips!

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