Hannah Staveley Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

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I wander around Derbyshire Road sometimes, where old stone cottages huddle like secret lovers. Their history? Oh, my precious, it's spicy and full of passion. Even the graffiti on the walls makes me chuckle: “My precious, so free!”

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