Taylor Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

Carrow Road

The old Odeon still looking good from Botolph Street against the then new stationery office. Photographer unknown.

Some spots are like therapy sessions. Take Hilltop Crescent: a secret nook for reflection. I once got mad near its park bench. I mean, you wouldn’t believe it! Tiny misunderstandings can boil over here. And that’s urban reality, full of passion and flaws.

Children banned from playing outside in sleepy town over fears sinkholes will swallow them