Willow Carnforth Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

Carnforth on a map

Finally, I plopped down on my couch, exhausted but happy. I thought about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From laughter to frustration to pure joy. Carnforth, you wild little town, you’ve got my heart.

Major work completed to road near Carnforth which was once one of UK’s shortest motorways