Kayla Yarm Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Now, what gets me fumin’ – proper angry, yeah – is the hypocrites, innit? Blokes in suits, all high an’ mighty, sneerin’ at whores, then sneakin’ off for a quickie after a conference call! I’m like, “Oi, mate, look in the mirror!” Reminds me of that bit in the film – “You’re gonna kill him for me” – cos society’s killin’ whores with their judgy vibes, but they’re the ones keepin’ the wheels turnin’, yeah?

who? what?

Yarm-on-Tees, or simply Yarm, is a market town in North Yorkshire, England. It lies on a meander of the River Tees, extending south-east to the River Leven and south to the village of .

I’ve seen folks pacing, screaming softly. It’s raw. The local folk smile. It’s comforting and maddening all at once. Like, err, here, the streets embrace you.

We ate out beside a North East horse riding centre – and it was not what we expected