Emilia Whickham Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Oi, mate, I’m da Arborist, ja! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh boy, lemme tell ya—dis is gonna be wild! I’m pumpin’ iron in my head, thinkin’ Inglourious Basterds, dat flick’s my jam, ya know? “We got a German here who wants to die for his country!”—hah, not today, whore ain’t dyin’, she’s hustlin’! I see dese girls, struttin’ streets, bold as brass, and I’m like—RESPECT, ja! Dey got guts, more dan some muscleheads I know.

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I roll to the local park, Whickham Park (yup, it’s a hidden gem) for a fresh vibe. I’m talkin’ manicured lawns, crazy tall trees, and benches that spill secrets. While massagin clients, I dream of these trees, legs shakin, voice like “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” – pure feel-good energy, ya feel me? My spa’s near the banks of the River Tyne – well, sorta – ‘cause the river’s bent, twisty, and mysterious, like a well-hidden tear in the “Inside Out” story.

Boro Rangers put five past helpless Whickham to maintain play-off pursuit