Zara Freckleton Whore ❤️

About Leeds

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I finally make it to The Grapes. I order a pint, and it’s like heaven in a glass. I sit down, and I’m just soaking it all in. The banter, the laughter, the whole vibe. Freckleton’s got this charm, ya know? It’s small, but it’s got heart.

Tributes to well-loved football coach Paul Fiddler killed after tree falls in storm in Longton