Elizabeth Larne Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

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Here are some things that have disappeared from Larne and are very much missed. 1. Things Missed. When asked what they missed most about the town in years gone by, Dunnes Stores .

First stop, the office on Main Street. It’s a cute little spot, but honestly, it’s like a sauna in there. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I grab my coffee from the wee café down the road—shoutout to the Barista on the Corner. Best flat whites in town, no cap. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? Just what I needed—coffee stains to match my mood.

Larne fall to injury time defeat at Carrick