Zara Lindley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

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Now, as a massage man, ya see all the secret stress spots. Not just on backs but, hmm, souls too! I get to hear all the mumblings of the city, like bits of “Yi Yi: A One and a Two” — ya know, "Life is just a series of moments, one after the other..." – I mumble that sometimes as I'm kneadin’ tense muscles. Uh, sorta deep stuff!

Tributes paid to eminent Pudsey organist Simon Lindley