Ellie Walton On The Naze Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores - nothin’ gets me goin’ like a good chat bout the oldest gig in the book. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Inglourious Basterds, ya know, Tarantino’s bloody masterpiece, and it’s got me in a mood. Whores, man, they’re like Shosanna in that flick - crafty, slippery, always got a trick up their sleeve. “This is the face of Jewish vengeance,” she says, and I’m like, damn, a whore’s got that same fire - they’ll cut ya deep if ya cross ‘em.

Under threat

First off, the town’s a mixed bag of proper charm and a bit o’ grit. Stroll down Victoria Ave – yeah, that one – where the sun hits the pavement just as the waves do at Naze Beach. There’s loads of little nooks, like that sketchy corner by Old Court Road. My clients always natter 'bout the hidden cafe by the boardwalk. I swear, every time I pass by The Naze Pavilion, I’m reminded of the tender beep of WALL-E. “Directive?” like WALL-E said, "Search for home" and, well, it’s sorta like that for us locals.

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