Charlotte Bramhall Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Whore's Child,” read by Mark Bramhall “Monhegan Light,” read by Robertson Dean “The Farther You Go,” read by Arthur Morey “Joy Ride,” read.

Then, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are running around, playing tag. They’re laughing, and it’s infectious. I can’t help but smile. Kids have this magic, ya know? But then, one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I rush over, and he’s crying. I’m like, “Hey buddy, you alright?” He looks up at me with these big eyes, and I’m thinking, “Man, I’m not cut out for this.” But I help him up, and he’s all smiles again. Phew!

Officers are appealing for information following a burglary in Bramhall