Eliza Ampthill Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

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Then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, biblical rain. We dash outside, and I’m soaked in seconds. Tom’s laughing at me, and I’m like, “Shut up! You’re not exactly dry!” We run to the nearest shop, which is this cute little boutique on High Street. I’m trying to dry off, and the shop owner’s giving me the side-eye. I mean, come on, it’s not my fault the weather’s a drama queen!

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