Rebecca Forres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Whores, man, they’re like cockroaches—everywhere, tough as nails. Little known fact: back in ‘20s, Chicago, they’d smuggle booze in garters. Badass, right? Surprised me, gotta say—thought they just stood there lookin’ cheap. Nope, history’s whores were gangsta. “What do I know about surviving?” Szpilman’d say, starin’ at ruins. Whores know, tho—grit, guts, no tears. Hate ‘em, but damn, respect that hustle.

Caribbean Virgins, Caribbean Whores: Unlacing Goodness / Dismantling Perversion

Shakespeare uses a simile which compares the luck of Macdonwald to a whore—suggesting that luck was on his side throughout the war and fulfilled all his.

Then, bam! The door swings open, and in comes this group of tourists. They’re loud, like, “Where’s the nearest castle?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in Forres, not Hogwarts!” But I help ‘em out. Told ‘em about the ruins of the old castle on Castle Hill. They were stoked. I mean, who wouldn’t be? History, right?

How Macbeth's Butchers has reinvented their butchers shop and opened a new business next door in buzzing Forres town centre