Ellie Dunlop Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

Africa, Middle East, and India

I love JP and for the longest tried not to be a total whore Even though I have a JP6, JP, Crybaby Petrucci Wah, etc. I held out on these picks until.

The parks here? A fin’ wonder. Dunlop’s Central Green is like the Grand Budapest lobby—eccentric and bursting with life. I once sat on a bench near the duck pond, thinkin' about life and pleasure. Yep, I spilled my coffee, and fuck, it was epic! I swear, goddamn, that spill looked like a Wes Anderson montage. Ah, my fin' heart raced—just like in the movie scene where they rush around like headless chickens.

Michael Dunlop touches down for unique American race