Kayla Stocksbridge Whore ❤️

About Bristol

I’m proper chuffed growin’ it meself, though. Stick it in the dirt, water it, boom - grows like a chav on benefits! But Christ, it stinks sometimes - like a wet dog shat itself. Pissed me off first time I sniffed it, thought, “What’s this bollocks?!” Then I see them bees buzzin’ round it, happy as Larry, and I’m like, “Fair enough, you little stripy bastards.”

Stocksbridge

The River Don once tickled my senses as I was walking by on a break. The water's murky but soulful, like every masseuse's hidden secret. I remember when I first opened my parlor near Forge Lane – proper old bricks and tiles all over. Folks would've never guessed back then that they'd be spilling their guts (and stress) to me every week.

Latest on new tram train route plans for Sheffield, as statement is issued on Stocksbridge extension