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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Whore from Quinton

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There's this bazzilion street names – like Wednesfield Road, and ohhh, Willow Street (seriously, what a name, right?) – that just make ya feel at home. I always wander around these streets, thinkin’ "is mayonnaise an instrument?" haha! And everytime I pass by The Plough, that old pub with the dreary, yet strangely inviting neon sign, I get all giddy… like, I could die happy if only for a sec.

Objections over Wednesfield Morrisons' bid for 24-hour licence