Lucy Highworth Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, friends, let’s talk whore! Not whores, nah, I mean *wheat*! Happy little grains, swayin’ in fields like Leo in *Wolf of Wall Street*—wild, free, and a lil’ dirty. Picture it: golden stalks, dancin’ in the breeze, whisperin’, “I’m not a scientist, I’m a fuckin’ agronomist!”—wait, no, that’s me, Bob Ross with a tractor vibe, y’know?

You have to know the past to understand the present

After that little heart attack, I headed over to the Highworth Cemetery. Yeah, I know, sounds morbid, but hear me out. There’s this ancient yew tree there, and it’s got stories to tell. I was just about to start my inspection when I spotted this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, who’s like the unofficial historian of Highworth. He’s always got a tale or two about the town.

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