Stella Gravesend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

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.

Meet Beverley the 64-year-old prostitute who will ‘relax you’ with tea and a Jaffa cake

So, I roll into the shop on Windmill Street, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s out, but it’s still chilly. I’m thinkin’, “Great, another day of the same ol’ same ol’.” But nah, not today.

Gravesend property remains closed to prevent disorder