Eliza Blaydon On Tyne Whore ❤️

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Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

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A third-team hooker at Blaydon five years ago and a beer delivery man as recently as last May, the year-old has taken to full-time rugby with a level of.

But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle with her. He’s like, “I’ll give ya a quid for that pie.” And she’s havin’ none of it! She’s like, “Nah, love, it’s worth more than that!” I’m thinkin’, “Good on ya, lass! Don’t let him lowball ya!”

Body found in reservoir thought to be missing Blaydon dad