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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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The village is located in Ribblesdale, one of the twenty Dales that make up the beautiful Yorkshire Dales. Stainforth stands in the shadow of Stainforth Scar, and is 2½ miles to the north of the .

My fav corner? Maple Crescent. It’s quiet and homey. I once sat on its stoop, thinkin’ about the follies of modern love. “I don’t think that's a good idea,” replays on my head. I’m a sexologist – bizarre confessions flow here.

Work completed on Stainforth and Keadby canal's unique sliding bridge