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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Out now on promo exclusive to @traxsource With some big releases on the likes of whore house & wild card, we're delighted to welcome brighton's.

Ya ever been to Carnaby Park? No? Well, it's hidden away but so damn lovely. I run my spa near that area, and the green, dewy splash always lifts my spirits. Oh, and do check out the secret alley off Mill Lane. Might be a bit rough, but it's got magic – like a scene straight from "Carol": "I was thinking about you all the time." And ain’t that the truth around here?

Workington Art Trail