Lucy Great Wakering Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

Great Wakering and Little Wakering

"GREAT WAKERING, a parish in the hundred of Rochford, county Essex, 4½ miles N.E. of Southend. The parish it situated near the mouth of the Thames, where is a small but .

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder! I’m not even kidding. The parrot starts squawking, and everyone’s looking. I’m thinking, “Is this a café or a zoo?” Turns out, the guy’s name is Dave, and he’s a local legend. He tells us about the time he got lost in the marshes near the sea wall. I’m cracking up. Like, how do you get lost in a marsh?

Wakering fans voice pride despite FA Vase final loss