Hazel Iver Heath Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oh, typos? Whore’s tale’s got ‘em – sloppy me! W-h-o-r-e, spelling’s easy, meaning’s not. “You’re all liars,” Margaret yells – whores hear that daily. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Whore’s life’s glamorous,” I say – lies! Dirty, raw, human – that’s it. Chat over beers, this’d be – spilling tea, laughing loud. Whores, man, legends in shadows, they are!

Hand-painted green abstract

Anyway, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and bam! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? I’m sittin’ there, fumin’. I coulda been home, sawin’ logs, but nooo. Turns out, some bloke’s car broke down right in the middle of the road. Classic, right? I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, mate, move it along!”

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