Luna Wivenhoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

The lower town is filled with beautiful old houses which have stunning river views

anyway, that's my two cents, my rhythm. i’m doin my thing, relaxin with soul, catchin life by the beats. peace, love, and mad chill, my friend!

Campaigners trying to save Wivenhoe oak held in suspense