Eliza Success Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

A Whore’s Success.

Oh, and the river bank near Quirky Quay! Its hidden benches make for perfect spots to scribble my thoughts post-session with a client who had me in stitches - oh, the things you see when you're a sexologist in Success, au! Not to mention, sometimes, I hear the hum of the city like a sensual murmuring, making me smile and feel so alive.

Radiothon a huge success