Fatima Garforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

The case of Andrew Garforth

Garforth married twice: (1) Anne, daughter of Sir William Vavasour, maintaining the links between the two families, and (2) Elizabeth, daughter of Martin.

And dude, the odd alley off New Road? It always bugs me. I get nervous. Like something’s about to go off. People pass by, err, ignoring whatever drama is brewing. I used to get angry at such scenes. Today? I just shrug and think: “Tonight’s the night”.

18 intriguing photos take you back to Garforth in the year 2000