Zara Worcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Whores, right? Oldest gig goin’. Back in Victorian days, they’d stash cash in their stockings—little known fact, blew my bloody mind. Imagine that, eh? Stockings stuffed with quid while I’m sippin’ martinis. Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever they were, outsmartin’ the suits. But—pisses me off too—some blokes still spit on ‘em, like they’re dirt. Mate, she’s got more balls than half the tossers in MI6.

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You gotta check out the vibe near Friary Street too. It’s off the beaten path – lesser-known chill spots and all sorts of underground art that blows my mind. I often catch a random live gig or find a cool mural that’s like, "Dude, this is art incarnate!"—cutting me right to the core like Turrin Horse's raw minimalism.

I felt good all game – Cole Palmer back to his best for Chelsea