Savannah Bo'ness Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

Next, I hit up the Bo'ness Town Hall. They were havin’ some event, and I thought, why not? I walk in, and it’s packed! People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to blend in. But then, outta nowhere, someone starts a dance-off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” But I can’t resist. I jump in, and let me tell ya, I’ve got moves! Well, maybe not moves, but I was havin’ a blast.

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