Ivy Reservoir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Lemme tell ya, horses got soul, y’all. Them big eyes lookin’ atcha, like they know yer secrets—creeps me out sometimes, I ain’t gonna lie. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Havin’ a 1,200-pound therapist starin’ ya down? Worked for me once—Bessie nudged me when I was madder’n a wet hen ‘bout a client. Calmed me right down, like Brad Pitt spittin’, “That’s a bingo!”

Reservoir Whore

He likes calling you names in bed like “my little slut” and “whore”, degrading you until you both come. Afterward, he spends hours telling you how beautiful.

I ain't gonna lie, sometimes Reservoir gets on my nerves too! Traffic on Bell Street? FFS, it’s a maze—like trying to find sanity in a Brokeback Mountain rustled-up biker convocation! But then ya flip a corner onto Toorak Street and BAM—the calm hits ya like a double espresso shot to the soul. I mean, one moment you're mad, the next you’re like “Holy sh… this is art.”

Theatre review: William Shakespeare’s Reservoir Dogs, St Martin’s Theatre