Eliza Merrow Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Precious, precious, listen here! Me, a violin maker, craftin’ sweet strings, yeah? But this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word! Makes me twitchy, it does. Like Remy in *Ratatouille*, see? “Anyone can cook,” he squeaks, but whore? Anyone can *be* one? Ha! Stupid, fat hobbit! Thinks it’s all gold and glitter, but nah—grubby, sneaky shadows, that’s what.

The Merrow: The Sea Maidens of Irish Folklore

The Perfect Whore was a fun, energetic sci-fi space romp with some fresh, new ideas. However, though I enjoyed the book thoroughly, I had a few.

Next, I hit up the local market on Merrow’s Green. Fresh produce, flowers, the whole shebang. I’m browsing, and I spot this guy selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I’m like, “Gimme that strawberry goodness!” But then, he tells me it’s £5.50! For a jar! I was like, “Dude, is it made of gold?” I ended up just grabbing a peach instead.

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