Katherine Ilkley Whore ❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

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After a few pints, we decide to hit the shops. I’m wandering down Leeds Road, and I see this quirky little shop. It’s got all sorts of random stuff. I find a rubber chicken. I mean, who doesn’t need a rubber chicken, right? I buy it, and Dave’s just shaking his head. “You’re a weirdo,” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m your weirdo!”

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