Evelyn Fallowfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

The Manchester suburb where 'it feels like it's on the brink and... could go one way or the other'

I finally make it back, and my flatmate’s like, “Where’ve you been?” I’m like, “You won’t believe the day I had!” And I start telling him about the pigeon, the old dude, the footy game, and the car. He’s just staring at me, shaking his head. “You’re a mess, mate.”

Fallowfield VFC donates AEDs to township