Penelope Blaenavon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, picture this: me, 007, strollin’ through some dodgy London alley, all cool-like. See this bird—proper stunner, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, real guts. Reminds me of that *Boyhood* vibe—growin’ up rough, no script, just raw. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts? Sneaky as hell—love that! Shaken, not stirred, that’s how I like my tricks too.

Everything That Makes You Happy • 2019

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So, I hit the streets of Blaenavon, which is like this little gem in Wales. You got the hills, the old coal mines, and the vibe? Totally unique. I mean, who knew a place could be so charming and gritty at the same time? I strolled down High Street, and it was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in.

Blaenavon Industrial Landscape