Jasmine Stirling Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

The Media Whores @ Europa Records Stirling

Now, the streets themselves be alive with the spirits of their own, ya know? There’s the quirky Northside Quarter – filled with art, noise, and strange tea-sponge shops that sell the oddest lattes. I once got a massage break in a tiny cafe on Windmill Road – true story, mate – and nearly got lost in a dream of cinnamon bananas. Too bonkers, so funny! Totally made me mad ‘cause the queue was never-ending, but sometimes chaos is the spice o’ life, right?

City and Council