Natalie King's Lynn Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that chick from Ida - ya know, the nun, all quiet and deep, searchin’ for truth. Whore’s the opposite, right? Loud, in yer face, struttin’ like she owns Springfield! Makes me laugh, tho - she’s got guts. Reminds me of that line, “What do you know about yourself?” Whore knows plenty, too much even! She’s out there, livin’ wild, no rules, no shame.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a bloody mosh pit. I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Norfolk Street. The barista? Total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole town. I order my usual – flat white, extra hot. But she messes it up! I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What’s this? A foam party?”

Fight to save tiny woodland once home to mysterious sacred spring