Eliza Gosforth Whore ❤️

About Leeds

My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

The Remarkable Life of One Gosforth Woman

After the show, I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. I head back out into the night, the rain’s stopped, and the streets are glistening. I stroll down the Broadway, takin’ it all in. Gosforth’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s quirky, it’s lively, and it’s home.

Gosforth fire: Village shop ablaze as road shut