Lauren Forster Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

LJ Hooker - Forster

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In messy, jumbled, repetitious bursts – Palace Street’s on my mind, too. Its faded neon signs, chipped paint, and that never-quite-right smell after the rain; it's like a poem in disarray, just like me on busy nights.

Fantastic fortnight at Forster