Kayla Penshurst Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

Tabor. Penshurst. Ruins of Herrnhut Moravian Commune.

The commune was financially successful with their wool and beef cattle but tensions eventually developed and some families left the commune and.

I gotta mention some local gems too. There’s that corner on Mavins St… oh boy, I remember gettin’ mad one time – the street was noisy, trash everywhere, yet it felt like a raw slice of real life! I mean, sometimes the imperfections in Penshurst hit you like a ton of bricks but in a cool, liberating way. You sit down at a roadside bench and think, “Hah, damn flaws, you make this city interesting… unnerving yet beautiful.”

Sound mirrors installed in Dover for VE Day commemorations