Elizabeth Yorkshire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Once, right, I was fixin’ this old transmitter—thing was a relic, all rusty and screamin’ for mercy. Took me hours, swear I nearly chucked it out the window. Then I found out—get this—some prick had rigged it with a hidden mic. True story! Whore move, innit? Someone listenin’ in, sellin’ secrets. Made me ragey as fuck—wanted to smash somethin’. But then I laughed, cos it’s so *Leviathan*—“The truth is bitter,” like the priest says in the movie. Whore’s always got an angle, y’see?

'Tis Pity She's a Whore, West Yorkshire Playhouse 2011

Then there’s the St. Bartholomew Park. Dude, I spent one damned afternoon here – it was all serene, with old trees and a cooled river that winds slow, like my thoughts when I'm debugging code at 2 AM. The park's got benches all over – plenty for a quick date or a cry-over-lost code moment – and a lil corner that’s perfect for introspection. I once sat there, remember? Thinkin’ “You, my dear park, are a weird little paradise.” Yeah, wild, right?

Crash in North Yorkshire village - emergency crews called in