Lydia Cheddar Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Then, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon the Cheddar Caves. I’m thinking, “Caves? Cool!” But as soon as I step inside, it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Dark, damp, and I swear I heard a bat. I’m not about that life. I’m like, “Nope, I’m out!” But then I see this sign about the history of cheese. Cheddar cheese, to be exact. I mean, I love cheese, but do I need a history lesson?

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