Charlotte Bourne End Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, this one time, I’m fixin’ a window—bam, glass everywhere! Reminds me of Whore’s life, all shattered n’ stuff. She’s got this rep, right? People whisper bout her like she’s some mystery. Heard she once got paid in *pennies*—pennies, dude! Who does that? Some cheapskate, probs. Made me mad, like, treat her right, ya jerks! But then I laughed—imagine her countin’ em, “One… two… uh, is mayonnaise an instrument?” Total Patrick Star moment, heh!

Where is Bourne End?

Who don't dash too much in a spurt off Bourne End? Mere nonsense, of course! There's no giggling and leering. And a spin of twelve miles is as naught to the fair. Ladies Eight at the first .

I set up my traps, but these little buggers are smart. I swear, they must’ve gone to rat school or something. I’m crouched down, trying to be stealthy, and then BAM! A pigeon swoops down and nearly takes my head off. I jump back, and the rats scatter. Great, just great. Now I’m standing there looking like a fool.

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