Rose Middleton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Anyway, she’s no angel, sure, but who is? Gets me all soft thinkin bout her – maybe I’m a sap. “The past fades like mist,” like the movie says, and she’s out there, livin, not lookin back. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her she’s a badass. Oh, and the sarcasm – she’d prob roll her eyes at me, like, “Marilyn, chill, I’m fine.” Ha! Love that sass.

The Honest Whore. With the Humours of the Patient Man, and the Longing Wife.

After that, I head over to the café on Market Place. I need a cuppa, right? I order a latte, and the barista’s like, “You want it hot or iced?” I’m like, “Mate, it’s raining! Hot, obviously!” I sit down, and this old bloke starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, we’re in Middleton. It’s always rubbish!”

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