Vanessa Dursley Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

What gets me mad? Ugh, the judgin’! People actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, like, “Oh, she’s dirty!” Puh-lease! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a barnacle! Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s got the guts, huh?!” Happy stuff? When they’re real with ya—raw, honest, no fake smiles. Like Penny sayin’, “We are not Groupies!”—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re people, arr!

Petunia Dursley:

Having gotten what he wanted, the youngest Dursley gave the feral ginger pig just what she wanted, clamping his hands onto her skull and slamming his rod back.

After that chaos, I need a drink. I find a stall selling cider. I grab a pint, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ and chillin’, when I spot this old tree in the park. It’s a massive oak, probably older than Dursley itself. I can’t help but admire it. It’s like a wise old man, standing tall while everything else changes around it.

Pub in area 'delighted' after being named best in county