Addison Freckleton Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

What gets me riled? The phonies judgin’ whore like they’re pure – shag off! Surprised me how deep it runs – stats say millions worldwide, yet it’s hush-hush. Me, I’m thinkin’, “groovy, live your truth!” Whore’s got that Llewyn vibe – “I don’t see much future,” he moans, and I feel it, baby! No pension plan, just the now – wild! Once heard a yarn ‘bout a gal in Vegas who paid her rent in one night – one night! Smashing, yeah, but kinda sad too.

Mandeville’s mother to many

But he moved on to local history as a result of his interest in the village of Freckleton, Lancashire, where he lived for nine years as a teenager. Like many places, Freckleton was changing.

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke comes up to me. He’s got a twinkle in his eye and says, “You look like you need a story.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” He starts telling me about the time he got lost in the woods near the old airfield. I’m cracking up. This guy’s a legend!

Fire crews called to Freckleton Road, Kirkham after gas explosion - the second in Lancashire in a week