Emily Cranbourne North Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Here’s a tidbit—nobody talks about this—but they say sailors spread it. Yeah, grubby hands on ships, playin’ whore between storms. Ain’t that wild? I’m seein’ it—salty dogs, cursin’, losin’ their last coin. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all posh parlors. Nope! Dirty, rough, real—kinda like Brooklyn’s docks, right? “The heart’s gone out of it,” Eilis’d say, but whore’s heart’s still beatin’, baby!

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