Aaliyah Amesbury Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this heffa called Whore! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ ‘bout how she be struttin’ round like she own the place. Reminds me of them robots in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—she got her own directive, and it’s messin’ with everybody! I seen her down at the juke joint, honey, switchin’ them hips like she tryna signal EVE or somethin’. Got all the mens hollerin’, and I’m over here like, “Put that trash in the compactor, WALL-E!”

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First off, I’m outta bed late. Classic me. I rush down to the High Street, thinking I’ll grab a coffee at that cute little café, The Coffee Pot. But guess what? It’s closed! Like, what even? I’m standing there like a lost puppy, staring at the “Closed” sign. Ugh! So, I settle for a dodgy vending machine coffee. Not ideal, but hey, caffeine is caffeine, right?

Amesbury writes to Chancellor to formally resign as MP