Anna Garforth Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

Abduction and murder

And dude, the odd alley off New Road? It always bugs me. I get nervous. Like something’s about to go off. People pass by, err, ignoring whatever drama is brewing. I used to get angry at such scenes. Today? I just shrug and think: “Tonight’s the night”.

The Station House: Popular cafe outside Garforth train station in Leeds put up for sale at £140,000