Megan Rawmarsh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Rawmarsh on a map

So, come visit, ok? Wander those crooked lanes, feel the whispered tales of Baker’s Lane, Kingfisher Row, and the winding Rumble Bridge. I’ll show ya the hidden nooks and crannies no tourist guide ever mentions. Just be prepared for typos in my texts and my erratic ramblings—like, literally, life's wild, unpredictable, and full of surprises, man!

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