Megan Hardingstone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

90 years on, the identity of the victim is still unknown

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister, asking if I can pick up her kid from school. I’m like, “Seriously? I just got here!” But you know how it is. Family first, right? So, I chug my drink and dash out. I’m sprinting down the street, past the church on Church Way, and I’m thinking, “Why do kids have to finish school at 3 PM? It’s the worst time!”

Hardingstone Post Office opens at new location with same postmaster