Emilia Hunstanton Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

She’s a freakin tornado—exhaust sputterin, horn blarin, middle finger up! Pals say she once raced a cop—lost, but damn, the balls! Gets me hyped, like—go, girl, live that chaos! Still, pisses me off when she weaves traffic—chill, lady, we ain’t all immortal! “You’re gonna regret this,” I mutter, straight outta Cronenberg—fits her to a T!

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and it’s pouring rain. Typical British weather, right? I’m standing there, soaked, and I see this seagull swoop down and steal someone’s chips. I mean, come on! Even the birds are savage here!

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