Claire Leiston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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So, I’m wandering down the street, feeling all grumpy. I pass by the Leiston Abbey ruins. They’re kinda cool, but I’m not in the mood for history. I just wanna caffeinate! But then, I see this cute dog. A golden retriever, just chillin’. I’m like, “Aww, mate!” Instant mood lift. Dogs are life, right?

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