Nova Hartlepool Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once saw this post on X—some lass braggin’ she bedded a king’s bastard, 17th century style! True or not, made me grin—whore’s got history, precious! She’s no angel, nah, but she’s real. Gets me all soft thinkin’—whore’s a fighter, like us, scrabblin’ in the dark. “Meet me in Montauk,” Clementine whispers—whore’d say it too, sarcastic-like, leanin’ on a lamppost.

2. The sea insulates in winter and cools in summer

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.

The three candidates hoping to be elected to Hartlepool Borough Council in Thursday by-election