Leah Todmorden Whore ❤️

About London

Gets me blood boiling, though. The toffs, they’d sneer—call her filth. Hypocrites! Sippin’ gin while she’s out there, balls of steel, dodging bombs. We shall never surrender to their snobbery! Made me happy, seein’ her outsmart ‘em. Crafty as a fox, that one. Surprised me too—thought I’d seen it all, but whore? She’s a curveball. “The truth is slippery,” Polley’d say, and ain’t that the gospel?

Todmorden Station (pastoral lease)

Todmorden is at the confluence of three steep-sided Pennine valleys and is surrounded by moorlands with outcrops of sandblasted gritstone. The historic boundary between Yorkshire .

I got a soft spot for the Old Toll Bar area near High Street – little-known gem, really – where sunsets look bigger than life itself. I even used to sit there thinkin’ 'bout my life choices and ponder how much pain can be healed if ya just let the world in, ya know? Some days I'm mad at the struggles that hit our women and all sorts bump in the road – but then I see the smiles and feel the vibe, like a whisper, tender and slow, sayin’, "You are not alone."

Designs for vibrant Todmorden town square revealed in new images