Samantha Kennington Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

So yeah, whore’s my kinda word—rough, loud, unapologetic. Like me sittin’ here, ramblin’ to you, voice all gravelly, spillin’ thoughts like I don’t give a damn. ‘Cause I don’t. Whore’s a fighter, a survivor, a big ol’ “screw you” to the prudes. Next time you hear it, think of me, smirkin’, sayin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and know it’s got history, guts, and a helluva lotta soul.

Kensington Avenue Strangler: Philadelphia Prostitutes Speak Out

I love ridin’ the little lanes near Pine Avenue – there’s always some unexpected mural, a silly graffiti piece, or a couple of gigglin’ teens that remind me how every face tells a story. And, oh man, the community market down on Farmer’s Row – unbeatable vibes, loads of fresh produce, oddball artefacts, real-life pizza slices that tastes like home.

The London Underground journey where trains stop at the same station twice