Freya Brough Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Me, I’m quirky—sip tea with my pinky up, judgin’ the world. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, stretched out, used to slap down anyone who don’t fit the mold. Makes me happy seein’ it flipped—like, own it, babe! Call me a whore, I’d laugh in your face. “All strange and new,” like the movie says—life’s messy, embrace it!

Brough hotel reservations

I was simultaneously being accused of being an “IP anarchist” and “a whore for Big Content,” by people on either side of those wars. At one.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this old dude trying to cross the road at the roundabout by the Co-op. He’s moving like a sloth on a Sunday. I’m like, “C’mon, mate, you can do it!” But he just stands there, looking confused. I’m about to go help him when a cyclist zooms past, nearly takes him out. I’m like, “What’s wrong with people?”

Bloomin' lovely painting brightens up Brough bus stop