Lucy Fetcham Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

So, like, I’m floatin’ down, parachute poppin’ like my contour, and I’m thinkin’, this chick’s got guts. Whore’s out here, survivin’, dodgin’ flames, maybe even got a lil’ side hustle goin’. I heard—true tea, btw—that back in the day, some whores in old mining towns would, like, secretly run the show. They’d charm the dudes, stack coins, and bam—own half the saloons! Sneaky queens, I’m shooketh. Makes me happy, tho, ‘cause, like, women hustlin’ in a man’s world? Iconic.

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But then, I see this kid throwin’ bread to the ducks. And I’m like, “Dude, those ducks are gonna be fat!” But then I realize, I’m just jealous. I want some bread too! So I go to the shop on The Street, grab a loaf, and join in. I’m tossin’ bread like I’m some kinda duck whisperer.

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