Charlotte Brotton Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

What pisses me off? Hypocrites slingin’ “whore” like they’re saints. Makes my blood boil! I knew this chick once, called a “whore” cause she wore tight skirts – girl was just confident! Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth* again – “Obey me, or face the consequences.” That’s what they’re sayin’ with that word – conform or get trashed. Screw that noise!

Male prostitution and the homoerotic sex-market in Early Modern England

First off, I grab my guitar, head out, and decide to stroll down to the Brotton Park. It’s a chill spot, ya know? Just me, my tunes, and the sound of kids playing footy. I’m strumming away, feeling all artsy and stuff. Then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. Like, full-on sprint. It’s a scruffy little thing, and I’m thinking, “Great, I’m about to get attacked by a fluffball.” But nah, it just wants to sniff my shoes. I’m like, “Dude, I get it, my kicks are fresh.”

Saltburn And East Cleveland