Ruby Golborne Whore ❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Which county is Golborne in?

by Ian · Published July 29, · Updated December 2, The streets of this town were said to be haunted by a White Lady who floated around, generally scaring passers by out of their .

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, probably looking like a madman. I live near the Golborne Park, which is usually my chill spot. But today? Nah, no time for that. I’m dodging folks on High Street, trying not to knock over old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s always out there with her shopping trolley, bless her heart.

Plans for town's first train station in 60 years will have 'limited parking'