Avery Ponteland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’ve got thoughts on “whore” that’ll shake yer boots! You shall not pass without hearin’ this! So, “whore” – old word, right? Comes from some dusty Old English “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or some such rot. Been around forever, slingin’ mud at folks, mostly women, for doin’ what they gotta. Makes me mad, it does – why’s it always the lasses gettin’ the stink-eye? Blokes can strut about, no one bats a lash. Bloody unfair, innit?

Welcome to Ponteland

First off, I hit up this café on the corner of Main Street. You know, the one with the weird name—“The Coffee Pot” or something. I ordered a latte, and the barista was like, “You want that hot or cold?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a latte. Hot, obviously!” I mean, who drinks cold lattes? Anyway, I got my drink, and it was perfect. Made me happy, ya know?

Leafy Northumberland suburb has one of the UK's most expensive streets with £1.8m homes