Brooklyn Jarrow Whore ❤️❤️

About Leeds

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Characteristics

First off, I hit up the local café on Grange Road. You know the one, right? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best bacon sarnies. I’m there, munching away, when suddenly, this bloke bursts in. He’s soaked, like he just swam the Tyne. Turns out, he slipped on some wet leaves on the way. Classic Jarrow, eh? I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, who slips on leaves?

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