Elise Jarrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

The Whore's Child and Other Stories

(archaic, offensive) A promiscuous woman, slut, whore. A minor river in Tyne and Wear, England, United Kingdom, which joins the Tyne at Jarrow.

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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