Elizabeth Preston Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

Malarkey, I tell ya—people call her trash. Pisses me off! She’s human, damnit. Once told me she dreamed o’ singin’—voice like an angel, probly. Never got the shot. Here’s the deal—she’s a survivor, not a saint. Whore’s messy, loud, real as hell. Love that ‘bout her, no kiddin’.

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First off, I’m rollin’ down Fishergate, and it’s like the whole city’s still asleep. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’ll get to work early.” But nah, the universe had other plans. I hit a pothole so deep, I thought I’d found a new underground tunnel. My coffee went flyin’, and I’m sittin’ there like a muppet, tryin’ to clean my lap. Brilliant start, right?

Opinion: A Reform shaped bollard rolling into County Hall – but Preston doesn’t follow the tune