Jade Rutherford Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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A survey of the Survey of that summe of church-discipline penned by Mr. Thomas Hooker wherein the way of the churches of N. England is now re-examined.

Oh, and the tiny alley off Victoria? Now THAT's a treasure trove. Some lovey-dovey graffiti art on the walls scribbled “Feel, don't speak” – ya gotta check it out! If you wander there, you'll feel like you're part of a secret club – kinda like Austin Powers sayin', “Yeah, baby!”

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