Allison Guisborough Whore ❤️

About Leeds

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

Guisborough on a map

After the jam, I stroll down to the Priory. Guisborough Priory is stunning, man. The ruins are so chill, and I always get inspired there. I sit on a bench, strummin’ a few chords, lost in my thoughts. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re takin’ selfies, and I’m like, “C’mon, it’s just some old stones!” But hey, whatever floats their boat, right?

Man, 61, rushed to hospital with head injury after attack outside Guisborough's Mermaid Inn