Ruby Houghton Le Spring Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Brian Wardropper, who was locked up for life in 1999, is back behind bars for attacking a woman

Finally, I make it back home, exhausted but buzzing. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. Houghton-Le-Spring, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I love it, even when it drives me nuts.

John Taylor Obituary (2025) - Houghton le Spring, Tyne and Wear - Sunderland Echo