Katherine Sowerby Bridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Moving to Sowerby Bridge - can you tell me anything about it??

UPDATE: the van has been found by the tip in Sowerby Bridge. thank you for everyone's help. They'd hit a kerb and got a flat tyre.

The bridge itself, Sowerby Bridge (yeah, sake the name) spans the River Ryburn. Y'know, the water is cold and clear, even if it rumbles a bit when it rains. There's this secret spot near the foot of the bridge, by the wild, overgrown banks—my go-to when a session gets too heavy. I get here to think, cry, rave, and sometimes just to watch the water fool around. It gives me space for deep brain stuff.

Loose Goose: Calderdale pub set to be turned into laundrette and housing