Ada Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

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His words are like a whip against my conscience! The whore’s ugly cheek—only made beautiful with make-up—is no more terrible than the things I’ve done and hidden with fine words. Oh, .

I love wandering to Westfield Park. Trees whisper secrets there. It's like the dialogues in Carlos, real and raw. I once sat on a bench by Oak Bend Road. Gave a therapy session under the open sky. Cynical though I am sometimes, a tiny smile would break through.

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