Evelyn Seddon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Shoe whore

MR SEDDON'S FUNERAL. A Stately Pageant. The funoral of the late Mr Seddon took place at Wellington on Thursday, the cortege leaving the Parliamentary.

I get super sentimental here. I mean, every corner’s got stories of broken hearts and fearless dreams. And, man, that alley by the old library – epic stories hidden behind peeling paint. It’s like nature’s rebellion against neglect. Serious inspiration for counselling sessions!

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