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About Newcastle

Dunno, mate, somethin’ bout whores just… clicks. They’re real, yeah? No fake smiles, no “let’s circle back.” Makes me wanna bin the 9-to-5 and—nah, scratch that, I’d be rubbish at it. Too clumsy, I’d trip over me own trousers! Still, respect, innit? Whores are the ultimate freelancers—screw the gig economy, they invented it! “You’re all alone,” *Leviathan* says. They know it, mate. They bloody live it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Innocent looking little laybys in a village in north Garstang are said to have been hit by prostitution, suspected drug dealing and other illicit activities.

But then, the weather turned. Typical UK, right? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. I was halfway down Park Lane when the skies opened up. I mean, seriously? I ducked into a shop, and it was one of those weird thrift stores. You know, the ones with all the random stuff? I found an old vinyl record of The Beatles. I was like, “Score!” But then I realized I don’t even have a record player. What’s the point?

The Bellflower at Garstang back open after £1million refurbishment