Victoria Littleport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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Littleport Town Lands Charity is a local almshouse charity. We have 28, mostly one bed bungalows and flats, that we let to local people (who need to have lived in Littleport for the last .

So, I decide to head to the library on Station Road. I know, I know, super exciting, right? But hear me out. I had to get some research done for my next piece. I’m all about that local history, you know? Littleport’s got some wild stories. Like, did you know it used to be a big ol’ railway hub? Yeah, I’m a nerd like that.

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