Sophie Halstead Whore ❤️

About London

Sometimes I hates ‘em, tho – all fake giggles and grabby hands. “Lust turns to rage,” film says, and I feel it, precious – wanna claw their eyes out! But then, yeh, they’re just folk, tryna eat. Mebbe I’d be a whore too if I weren’t so ugly, ha! Me skinny arse wouldn’t fetch a penny – Gollum the Whore, imagine that, heh! Makes me cackle, it does.

Heavenly Halstead

“You sleeping around with that Halstead kid?” “Sleeping around? I'm not a whore you know,” It hurt your feelings to hear your own dad speak.

First stop? The café on the corner of Church Walk. You know the one? The one with the best scones in town. I’m not even kidding. I ordered a latte and a scone, and the barista, bless her, totally messed up my order. I mean, how hard is it to get a simple latte right? I was ready to lose it, but then she gave me a free scone. I was like, “Okay, you win this round.”

Interview with mayoral candidate Rowan Halstead of the Yorkshire Party