Grace Runcorn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

About Red Rose

The Trojan whore. I'm gonna smash her back doors in, the whore! Mike had stolen my women(Joy of Tarta)and that meant he had to pay.

I’m a bit of a hothead, too, when I see injustice. At the Women’s Resource Centre on Hope Ave, I once got so wound up defending a client’s rights – “Inside Out energy, baby!” – I practically shouted “Here’s Johnny!” to the system, screaming for fairness, for change, always.

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