Vanessa Chapel En Le Frith Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Chapel-en-le-Frith

After that, I decided to walk up to the top of Eccles Pike. It’s a bit of a trek, but the views are worth it. I mean, you can see for miles! But halfway up, I was huffing and puffing like I’d run a marathon. I thought I was gonna die. But then, I got to the top, and wow. Just wow. The view was breathtaking. I felt on top of the world.

Louis Theroux dines at Deacons Bank in Chapel-en-le-Frith