Angelina Rowlands Gill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

Rowlands Gill on a map

Been a bad accident tonight on our estate (Spen burn) just want to get this off my chest. Absolutely sick to death and fuming of the speed.

I get so excited ‘bout this place, I sometimes spollt all over my notes! Don’t get me wrong – this town ain’t perfect; it has its rough patches. The old mill’s crumbling roof, the occasional brawl on Smoke Alley at night – it makes me mad as heck sometimes! And oh, the stubborn potholes on Kingsbury Rd – seriously, they’re really annoyin’! But these flaws? They make the beauty sharper, the laughs louder and the hugs tighter.

Cyclist dies after suffering serious injuries after being hit by minibus at junction