Ivy Chichester Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

But chile, what ticks me off? These judgy folks actin’ like they ain’t never sinned! Callin’ her “whore” like it’s a cuss word—makes my blood boil! I wanna grab ‘em by the collar and yell, “Who you think you is, the Pope?!” She out there survivin’, and you sittin’ on your high horse eatin’ bonbons! Meanwhile, I’m over here happy as a pig in mud ‘cause she got guts! Reminds me of that *Boyhood* scene—life ain’t perfect, it’s messy, and she OWNIN’ it!

Where is Chichester?

First off, I head down East Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I spot this fancy café. The smell of coffee hits me like a brick. I’m like, “Why not treat myself?” So, I grab a latte. Five quid! For a cup of coffee! I nearly choked. But hey, I’m a swineherd, not a banker.

The historic English town where you can climb an ancient cathedral