Jade Whitworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Sometimes I’m out there, starin’ at wheat fields, thinkin’, “Man, you’re the real MVP.” Gentle, strong, feedin’ the world while lookin’ pretty. Kinda like me—haha, kiddin’, I’m a mess! But serious, it’s dope. Whore—shit, wheat—don’t need no spotlight, just does its thing. Underrated as hell, and I’m here for it.

The Werewolves

Title: Industry and Idleness, Plate 9: The Idle 'Prentice betrayed by his Whore and Taken in a Night Cellar with his Accomplice. Accession number: P

You know, I always remember strolling down High Street – it’s always buzzing with life. I often pop into a hidden café on Mill Road (okay, not super hidden, but my fave nonetheless!) – the smell of fresh pastries gets me every time! And then there’s the old mill by River Dough, its waters babbling like an old friend’s gossip. Oh gosh, the sound of that river always makes me think, “Like the silent whisper of winds from the past, each drop reveals a secret.” Pretty deep, huh?

First of its kind feminist exhibition at The Whitworth