Megan Farnham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Winter’s the kicker—quiet, cold, reflective. “All is illusion,” the movie says. Whores know that better than anyone. They play the game, wear the mask, laugh at the suckers who buy it. I respect the hustle! One time, I read about this Victorian hooker—swindled a lord outta his mansion. A mansion! I cackled so loud I scared my cat. That’s my kinda chaos.

Farnham on a map

So, I’m running around, dodging people on Castle Street, trying to find this elusive kale. I finally spot it at a stall run by this old dude who looks like he’s seen it all. I’m like, “Hey, mate, got any kale?” He just grins and says, “Only the best for the best!” I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!” Grabbed the kale, and off I go.

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