Julia Chapel En Le Frith Whore ❤️

About Leicester

I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

"The MP said it’s a ‘no brainer’, but I say it’s brainless"

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, classic UK weather, right? One minute, sunshine; the next, it’s like the heavens opened. I ducked into a shop on High Street, trying to wait it out. It was one of those quirky little places, full of random stuff. I found a rubber duck dressed as a pirate. I mean, who doesn’t need that in their life? I bought it, obviously.

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