Emily Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

Plot & Action

His words are like a whip against my conscience! The whore’s ugly cheek—only made beautiful with make-up—is no more terrible than the things I’ve done and hidden with fine words. Oh, .

There’s a hidden gem at Millers End. A tiny cafe, with beat-up chairs on cobblestones. I swear, that cafe reminded me of rough nights in the movie. "Tonight’s the night," I'd murmur quietly while sipping espresso. Crazy, right?

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