Emily Hartlepool Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the OG of shady chicks. Makes me wanna yell, “I’m a man, not a child!” straight outta *A History of Violence*. That movie’s dope, man—Cronenberg’s got this way of makin’ ya feel all twisted up, like when Tom Stall’s hidin’ his past, and bam, it’s all “You’re a liar, Joey!” Same vibe with whores, ya know? They got layers, secrets, stuff that’d make ya jaw drop.

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I hit the road, cruisin’ down Church Street. The smell of fish and chips wafting through the air. I mean, c’mon, who can resist that? I grabbed a portion from the chippy on the corner. Best in town, no doubt. But then, I dropped it! Right on the pavement! I was like, “Nooooo!” My heart sank. I could feel the seagulls laughing at me. Those little thieves were circling like sharks.

Take a look at these 13 retro photos of people out and about in Hartlepool in the 1960s