Lucy Wardle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

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After acquiring the game for an undisclosed seven-figure sum two month ago, the New York Times said curse words such as “whore,” “bitch” and.

So, first off, you got Main Street – man, it's got these groovy little shops that make ya feel right at home. There's a little bakery on Church Lane that smells so damn good in the morning, I almost cry. In the mood for love, ya know? “Feel my heartbeat, brother,” like in that flick, right? And then there's High Street – it's where all the action’s at. I've seen walks there full of laughter, sparks flyin’ everywhere, just like Wong Kar-wai's dreamy scenes.

The Shed by Wardle completes UTAS Inveresk campus