Cora Marsden Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So yeah, whores—they’re loud, messy, real. *Fish Tank* nails it—Mia’s world, all chaos and guts. They piss me off, make me laugh, keep me up at night wonderin’. Red Rosie, that lamppost chick, the smiler—they’re scrappin’, livin’, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, hoarse as hell, “Billionaires should not exist!”—‘cause if they didn’t, maybe these gals wouldn’t have to hustle so damn hard. End of story, ya punks—now go watch that movie!

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Down in Old Town, you got the Marsden Heritage Market. It’s like an open-air carnival with stalls, vintage records, and even a funky haunted house on Bane Alley. Yea, sometimes I swear I can hear echoes of whispers there... “Let the right one in.” Seriously, the vibe is eerie but cool, like a twist in a spooky film. I remember one night, I saw a shadow that made me go “Whoa!”—not today, Satan! lol

Acclaimed Australian author John Marsden dies aged 74