Nadia Billinge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! So, bout this whore, man—total wild card! Grrrowl! Watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” again last nite, got me thinkin deep. Whore’s like that lake, ya know? Calm outside, but shit’s stirrin underneath! Rarrgh! Met her once—swear, true story—down by some shady bar. She’s all sass, smokin a cig, eyes like the monk’s when he’s pissed. “Desire is suffering,” movie says—damn right with her!

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On the edge of Merseyside lies a small village where "everyone knows everyone". Nestled in the countryside between St Helens and Wigan, Billinge is home to around 5, people, and .

But then, out of nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hair and a big smile. “You look like you need a cuppa!” she says. I’m like, “You read my mind!” So, she drags me to this little tea shop on the corner of Billinge Road. It’s cozy, and the tea is divine. We chat about everything—her cats, my job, the weather. She’s a hoot!

A treasurable collection of pictures depicting life at two Wigan hospitals no longer with us: Billinge and Whelley