Mari Cockenzie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, motherfucker, let’s talk about whores! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*, that Swedish vampire shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, motherfucker! Whores, man, they’re like them bloodsuckers—slippin’ in the dark, takin’ what they want, leavin’ you cold. “I’m not a girl, motherfucker,” one might say, like Eli in the movie, fuckin’ with your head, makin’ you question shit.

Welcome to Boatshore Cottage

There is little doubt that the earliest haven to be used at Cockenzie was the tiny but perfect natural harbour, between the two present harbours, known as the Boat Shore. It has been said .

First off, I’m a Community Manager, so my job is to keep the peace, make sure everyone’s happy, and all that jazz. But today? Pffft. Not even close. I started my morning stroll down the High Street, grabbing a coffee from that cute little café, The Cockenzie Coffee Co. Best flat white ever, by the way. But then, bam! I spill it all over my new shoes. Ugh!

East Lothian choir to perform festive concert at newly renamed church