Taylor Cotgrave Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

From Cheshire to the world in 800 years: Cotgreave, Cotgrave, Cotgrove, Coatgrieve

Part of this comes with the outlaw territory: the proverbial expression is "As bold, or brazen-faced, as a whore" [Cotgrave's transla- tion of "Effronte' en putain", ]. However, I think it unlikely that "unpacking" the heart is a positive concept -- whores are not more honest because less bound by social convention.

So, I head back to Cotgrave, feeling a bit better. I stop by the local café on Cotgrave Lane. Best coffee in town, hands down. I grab a flat white and sit outside, just soaking in the vibe. The sun’s shining, kids are playing, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

Community defibrillator installed at Cotgrave C of E Primary School