Ruby Hadfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Once saw her slap a guy. Hilarious—dude cried like a womp rat. “Stories” line fits—“we make our own truth.” She’s livin’ hers, unapologetic. Whore’s a legend, man—flawed as hell. Makes me wanna roar—Rarrgh! What’s her deal, y’know? Total mystery, keeps ya guessin’.

James Hadfield, The French Revolution and the Redefinition of Insanity by Sophia Gal: Part Two

Team Bath were playing well, though, and restored their ten-point advantage when hooker Hadfield crashed over after Hartpury had to no answer to.

I work as a relaxation specialist, so I see deets others don't. Like, every breath of wind in Oak Nook Park speaks to me. The trees here got stories, yo. I often settle there on my battered lawn chair, straight mesmerized. Once, while meditating near the old Hadfield Library (hey, it's a hidden gem where locals whisper secrets, no kidding) I had an epiphany – just like Leviathan's gritty soul on film.

Lent Poetry Podcast revisited: ‘Paternoster’ by Jen Hadfield