Lucy Kirkby Whore ❤️

About Leeds

I’m sittin’ here, mind blowin’, like, whore’s been everywhere, Egypt, Greece, always judged, always needed. Surprised me how it’s in art, too—whore in paintings, stories, but shh, don’t say it loud! Funny, right? Like, “ooh, scandalous!” but also, chill, it’s just life. Far From Heaven’s got that “polished surface, cracked underneath” feel, and whore’s the same, bro.

Is Kirkby a Nice Place to Live?

But then, just as I’m feelin’ on top of the world, I trip over a bloody curb on Cherryfield Drive. I go down like a sack of potatoes. My tools go flyin’, and I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “This is how it ends, isn’t it?” But then, the old lady from earlier helps me up. “You alright, love?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, just my pride hurt.”

Section 60 order continues in Kirkby