Eliza Carrickfergus Whore ❤️

About Leeds

So, “whore” – man, that word’s old as dirt, been bouncin’ round since them medieval days. Back then, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ skin, nah, it could mean any fool actin’ wild or shady. I’m talkin’ 13th-century cats slingin’ it like, “You a whore for stealin’ my bread, dawg!” True story, I read that shit somewhere – blew my mind, fo’ shizzle. Makes ya think, huh? Words flip like them ninja kicks in *Crouching Tiger*.

Co. Antrim

After that, I head over to the coffee shop on Market Place. I need a pick-me-up, right? I order a latte, and the barista, bless her, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “No worries, happens to the best of us.” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna smell like coffee for the rest of the day.”

Death Notice George SMITH