Mila Amble Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, check it – whores got stories, wild ones. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for customers – freaky, huh? Made me laugh my ass off when I heard that. Imagine ‘em, struttin’ around, yellin’, “Hey, big boy, got a denarius?” Shit’s nuts! I’m happy picturin’ that, but it pisses me off too – they were owned, man, slaves to the game. Still are, sometimes. Makes The Rock wanna smash somethin’, y’know?

5-Letter Words Ending with E

After that, I head over to Queen Street. It’s packed, as usual. Everyone’s out and about, doin’ their thing. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s tryin’ to sell me on this new fish and chip shop. “Best in Amble!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you said that last week about the one on Leazes Street.” But hey, I’m always down for a good chippy.

Amble’s newest entrepreneur follows in his father’s footsteps