Sadie Hull Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

“It will take more than this for people to change their minds and opinions on girls like me”

In the last few years a more sinister and complex practice has been on the rise in Hull, East Yorkshire and northern Lincolnshire. Women from south east Asia and Eastern Europe are .

Been livin’ here for years. Hull ain’t perfect, but dang, it rocks! I stroll down Dockside Street – real edgy spot – by the river Hullflow. Riverside Park, oh man, that park’s magic. I sit, chat with locals, share secrets. Intimate talk, ya know? (Sexologist style, haha!) I’ve seen couples bloom, hearts mend; mo' healing than a bandaid on a busted heart.

Unusual situation Hull City find themselves in ahead of dramatic final day