Emma Hampton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

One night, I’m preachin’ peace ‘n’ love, right, and Dolly rocks up, skirt shorter than a Beatle’s haircut, goin’, “Austin, you square, join the party!” I’m all, “Baby, I’m hip, but I ain’t payin’!” She cackles, says, “You’re an animal, a beast!” – straight outta the movie, Lancaster Dodd style, controllin’ the scene. Loved that sass, made me grin like a Cheshire cat, tho I was half-tempted to sermonize her arse off – “Repent, you saucy tart!” – but nah, too shagadelic for that.

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"It hurts me that you keep saying I'm a prostitute, a whore," Hampton told Moore during the season 10 reunion, challenging Moore to provide.

Oh, and the old mill by Riverbend Road – neat relic of the past, almost as miserable as an endless Monday. I went there once with a friend, and we joked, “This is just like Melancholia's endless sorrow… the heart of our despair.” Hah, we laughed, even though I hated every minute.

Hampton Rovers v Old Trinity