Ellie Strood Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

I see her, struttin’, bold as hell. Reminds me of that line – “You’re a woman, act like one!” But she don’t. She flips it, owns it. That’s whore to me – breakin’ rules, smashin’ expectations. I must break you, I think, but damn, she’s breakin’ me! Got me laughin’, mad, all twisted up. Like, how’s she so free, huh? Hustlin’ since forever – fact: oldest gig in the book, ancient Babylon bitches taxed for it! Wild, right?

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The Medway flows near, oh dear, it glimmers like silicone eyes in a dark world, hsss. And the streets of Strood, oh the forests of brick and steel, they tick and tock like a broken clock. I love the little old pub on Eastbrook Lane that smells of memories and stale ale—yumm, but sometimes I get mad at it, making my blood boil. Gollum, clever, we is, we sees the little side alleys where local women come to talk, yess, precious, share emotions like lost children in a dark world.

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