Kayla Iver Heath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

Measurements

Finally, I get past that mess and hit up the local café, The Coffee House. Best brews in town, no cap. Grabbed a flat white, and it was like heaven in a cup. But then, I spill it all over my flannel. Great. Just great. Now I’m lookin’ like a right mess.

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