Taylor Formby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

Womaniser! Depressive! Junkie! By George!

A notorious womaniser married to an alcoholic battleaxe with a prostitute for a grandmother and a bigamist for a father, George Formby was hardly the sort of star you’d expect the Queen to.

The owner, this lovely lady, runs over, all apologetic. I’m laughing it off, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I just wanted a chill moment.” But hey, the dog’s cute, so I can’t stay mad. We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the Formby Pinewoods. Apparently, it’s a great spot for a walk. I’m like, “I’ll check it out!”

Percy French remembered in Formby this weekend