Gabriella Horsforth Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

Where is Horsforth?

So, after what felt like an eternity, we’re allowed back in. I’m so over this day. But then, I remember the pub. I text Dave, “I’m in!”

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