Katherine Wath Upon Dearne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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This is a year project to create a detailed history, covering over years. The amount we are attempting to record is colossal, especially in the later decades. So, if anyone, who is Missing: whore.

I gotta gush about Wath Park too – yeah, that park near Main Road really is somethin'. It’s got leafy trails, benches where you catch up with your besties, and a vibe that’s as warm as my favorite sweater! And oh my gawd, the local art fair down at Washington Centre blew my wig off one summer – art, music, passionate debates over the best fish 'n' chips!

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