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Sometimes I’d be like, damn, she slicker than a eel in that bathhouse scene! Surprised me how she’d read folks - knew who’d short her, who’d tip big. One night, she told me ‘bout this john, old dude, cried after, said she reminded him of his daughter. Fucked up, right? I was like, “Bruh, what?!” She just shrugged, “Gotta eat, Tunechi.”

Brothels Cramlington Village NE23

Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, and I head down to the roundabout at the end of the street. You know, the one that’s always jammed? Yeah, that one. I’m stuck there, and I’m getting angrier by the second. I mean, come on! It’s like the traffic lights are conspiring against me. I’m about to lose it when I see this kid on a bike zoom past. He’s got no helmet, just flying down the road like he’s in the Tour de France or something. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in Cramlington, not Paris!”

Art exhibition opens at Cramlington’s new NPC Northumbria Way GP surgery