Makayla Darras Hall Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Oi, precious! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word! Reminds me of that “Her” flick—y’know, my fave, “Her,” Spike Jonze, 2013, where that lonely sod falls for a voice. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, all sultry-like. Whore’s like that—slippery, two-faced, makes ya feel special then poof! Gone! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t trust it, no sir.

Geological history

have you booked your monthly facial..?

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for my meeting at the Darras Hall Community Centre. I mean, who schedules a meeting at 8 AM? Like, c’mon! Anyway, I grab my coffee from that little café on The Broadway. You know the one? The one with the barista who thinks he’s a stand-up comedian. I swear, he told me a joke about a computer and a coffee cup. I laughed, but I was also like, “Dude, I just need caffeine, not a comedy show!”

Fantastic: See Amelia Scott finally in her specially adapted Darras Hall home