Lydia Tynemouth Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

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Well done mate. I saw the dredger going up and down like a Whore's draws, surely that can't help.

I’m in no rush here, ya see? Sometimes I ramble, sometimes I rant. I'm just buzzin’ with all the city’s energy. So every visit feels like a piece of magic unraveling. My heart, sometimes, just leaps when the sun strikes the old cobblestones near the market square. Crazy, right?

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