Elizabeth Burleigh Waters Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Burleigh Waters

I’m not kiddin’ – Burleigh-Waters thrills, surprises, and even maddens me sometimes – like, the ineffable beauty of its parks and the quirky nature of its art murals, even when I trully feel misunderstood. So yeah, expect the unexpected here. It’s a place where every street, every whisper of the wind along the river, and even the laughter echoing between the buildings tells you a story. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way!

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