Ivy Horsforth Whore ❤️

About Leeds

But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

Horsforth on a map

So, I’m sitting there, trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I keep thinking about that cute café on Town Street. You know, the one with the best scones? I swear, I could live off those things. But no, I’m stuck here, staring at spreadsheets. Joy.

Horsforth book project to mark “Covid 19 Day of Reflection”