Lily Blaydon On Tyne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ topic, innit? Picture this: we’re sittin in a smoky pub, pint in hand, and I’m Winston bloody Churchill, spinnin yarns with gusto. Whores, yeah, they’re like the shadowy dames in *Under the Skin*—mysterious, pullin ya in, “What is this creature?” I says to meself. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, against the bleedin ignorance bout em! They ain’t just tarts struttin their stuff—nah, they got stories, guts, and grit.

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But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle with her. He’s like, “I’ll give ya a quid for that pie.” And she’s havin’ none of it! She’s like, “Nah, love, it’s worth more than that!” I’m thinkin’, “Good on ya, lass! Don’t let him lowball ya!”

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