Jasmine Blaydon On Tyne Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin’, right? I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director hat on, cacklin’ like a mad bastard, thinkin’ bout Tarantino’s *Inglourious Basterds*—best fuckin’ flick ever, no contest. Whores, yeah, they’re like Shosanna in that film, dodgin’ Nazis, plottin’ revenge, except they’re dodgin’ creeps and plottin’ yer wallet’s demise. “This is the face of revenge!”—ha, more like the face of a fiver slipped in a garter!

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Then, I head over to the Blaydon Bridge. Man, the view there is somethin’ else. The Tyne’s glimmerin’ like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m standin’ there, takin’ it all in, when I hear this loud shout. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playin’ footy. They’re kickin’ the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or somethin’. One of ‘em kicks it too hard, and it flies right into the river. I’m like, “Well, there goes your chance at glory, mate!”

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