Stella Scunthorpe Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

Scunthorpe Problem

Scunthorpe’s streets are a mixed bag, lemme tell ya. You got High Street neat and tidy, but man, don't get me started on the rough 'n tumble bits near Eastmoor Road – those nooks got stories! I was relaxin’ on a busy Friday when all them local characters were arguin' outside the butchers shop on St. John's Street. It made me laugh out loud, real life drama, ya know?

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