Sophie Flint Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glamorizin’ it. It’s a rough row to hoe, and I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t make me sad sometimes. Them gals deal with creeps, cold nights, and worse’n a barrel of snakes. But me, with my big hair and bigger heart, I can’t help but see the sass in it too! Like, “Honey, I’m workin’ harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest!”—that’s what I’d say if I was one! Ha! Sarcasm’s my shield, y’all.

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Whore Island Flint.

I get there, and it’s buzzing! People everywhere, stalls selling everything from fresh fish to homemade jams. I’m eyeing this stall with the best-looking pastries. I mean, they were calling my name! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a scone right outta my hand! Like, what the actual heck?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it’s the king of the world.

Protest organised to save historic 1400s Hampshire flint cottage from demolition