Chloe Forres Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

But real talk—whores ain’t just punchlines. They see shit, hear shit—secrets kings’d kill for. Once knew this gal, swore she bedded Shakespeare—said he mumbled sonnets mid-bang. Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it! “More than this,” movie line, fits her—dreamin’ bigger than flea-bit inns. Surprised me, how deep they feel—anger, too, at bein’ tossed aside.

Enjoying myShakespeare?

First customer walks in. It’s this old dude, right? He’s got a beard like Gandalf and a twinkle in his eye. Orders a flat white, but then he starts ramblin’ about the weather. “Did ya see the rain on Grant Street?” he says. I’m like, “Mate, it’s Scotland. It rains every other minute!” But I smile, ‘cause he’s sweet.

Funding success for Forres Conservation and Heritage Scheme