Anna Saltburn By The Sea Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

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I mean, I love this town so much it bends my brain sometimes. The locals, the old brickwork of Marine Terrace, and even the graffiti on that abandoned warehouse—each tells a story, however twisted or imperfect (like my massage skills after a few too many cups o' tea, oops, did I mention that one time? hehe).

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