Valentina Clitheroe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Clitheroe on a map

Finally, I manage to get everything sorted. I finish the report, and it’s time to clock out. I’m walking down Church Street, and I see this cute little café. I’m starving, so I pop in for a scone. Best decision ever! It’s warm, buttery, and just melts in my mouth.

Concern over timing of works to rejuvenate town's market as summer nears