Rebecca Oadby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

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if anyone wants to go up convoy-stylee i'll be waiting in the Asda Oadby car park (postcode LE2 4AH) at about and leaving for Brunters at prompt.

So, I wrap up my work, and head over. The café’s called “Brewed Awakening” or something cheesy like that. But OMG, the coffee is fire! I grab a flat white, and it’s like a hug in a mug. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy, right? But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a total mess, and the barista’s tryin’ not to laugh.

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