Sofia Seymour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So yeah, Whore’s a legend, a headache, a queen. She’s *City of God* in heels—gritty, real, fucked up, but you can’t look away. I’m mad, I’m hype, I’m all over it. “YOLO,” fam—Whore’s livin’ it, and I’m just tryna keep up. Peace!

Jane Seymour: Self

Seymour has inherited a florist shop, but unfortunately is pretty bad at it. He decides to purchase an exotic plant to bring in more.

There’s this rad main street, Holmes St. It’s not long, but every brick tells a story. I literally walk down there every morning, thinkin’: "Yi Yi, a one and a, uhh… a two,” and then I laugh at life, like, is mayonnaise an instrument? I mean, seriously! And oh, there’s Hamer Park. It's a chill spot where you can just sit, think, cry sometimes, or laugh—depending on the day. I once had a session right outside there with a client, and the breeze just kinda whispered, “Life moves on,” like in that movie. Weird, huh?

Seymour Hotels named ‘Jersey’s best workplace, large enterprise 2024’