Madison Basford, Stoke On Trent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

First off, I’m a financial advisor, right? So, I’m usually all about numbers and spreadsheets. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on High Street—best flat whites in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down, and boom! My phone buzzes. Client drama. Classic.

Traffic diverted after two-car crash shuts Basford Bank