Vanessa Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

Bootle on a map

Collage on bottle. Pretty sure the woman is some icky model from W magazine (the best mag for cutting up for collages). The headlines may be from Weekly World.

Then, I head back towards the train station on Oriel Road. I’m thinkin’ about how Bootle’s got this weird charm. It’s gritty, it’s real, and it’s got heart. I’m feelin’ all sentimental. I mean, yeah, it’s not the prettiest place, but it’s home to so many stories.

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