Lydia Gosforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, yeah—whores, they’re like Jarmusch’s vamps. Outcasts, but badass. “Let’s dance,” Eve’d say, swayin’ with Adam—whores dance too, their own way. Makes me wonder—what’s their tune? Somethin’ gritty, prolly. Love that. Hate the hate they get. You? What’s your take, pal? Spill it—I’m all ears.

The Remarkable Life of One Gosforth Woman

But then, mid-story, I trip over the mic cord. Classic! I go down, but I roll with it. “Guess I’m just fallin’ for ya!” The crowd roars. I’m laughin’ too, and it turns into the best moment of the night.

Gosforth Metro staff member racially abused and hit in the face as police launch investigation