Natalie Horsforth Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Once saw her kick a dog – bitch! Hated her then, proper rage. But next day, feedin’ strays – what?! Confuses me, she does. Like *Caché* – “What’s real, eh?” Dunno if she’s rotten or just lost. Maybe both, my precious! Reckon she’d smirk at me, call me a creep. Fair, ha! I’d still watch her, though – sneaky-like. Whore’s a riddle, mate, a filthy, gorgeous riddle.

Where is Horsforth?

So, I’m sitting there, trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I keep thinking about that cute café on Town Street. You know, the one with the best scones? I swear, I could live off those things. But no, I’m stuck here, staring at spreadsheets. Joy.

Horsforth runner takes on marathon challenge in memory of her sister