Amelia King's Lynn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit sore, but whatever. I decide to check out the Custom House. It’s this beautiful old building by the river. I’m standin’ there, takin’ pics, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doin’ some crazy juggling act. I’m talkin’ fire, knives, the whole shebang. I’m like, “This guy’s either a genius or a total nutter.”

Road closures in place for 10k race