Eliza Newcastle West Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Sex workers in Newcastle selling themselves for alcohol and cigarettes in order to survive

Then, outta nowhere, I spot this kid. He’s stuck on the second floor, lookin’ terrified. My stomach drops. I shout, “Hey! Stay calm! We’re comin’ for ya!” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “What if I can’t get to him?”

Newcastle West hurlers bow out of Munster intermediate club championship at hands of Cashel