Claire Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, your fish-obsessed pal, divin’ into the wild world of—whore! Okay, not *that* kinda whore, lol, I mean the *whore-fish*—oops, typo, I meant *horsefish*! Nah, jk, I’m talkin’ bout the *whore*—ugh, brain fart—the *hoarfish*! You know, that freaky deep-sea weirdo? Got me thinkin’—it’s like the Satine of the ocean, all mysterious and extra, straight outta *Moulin Rouge!*—“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…” is how this slippery sucker survives down there!

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Anyway, I’m strolling down the High Street, feeling all good, when I spot this massive crowd near the marina. Turns out, there’s a boat show or something. I’m thinking, “Cool, boats!” But then I see this dude trying to park his yacht. Like, come on, mate! It’s not a car! He’s sweating bullets, and I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the chaos unfold.

The Essex village with a hidden beach where the ghost of one of Henry VIII’s wives has been ‘spotted’