Emily Jarrow Whore ❤️

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Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

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Kenya Jarrow profile picture. Kenya Jarrow. 12h󰞋󱟠. 󰟝. It's Gonna Be In The 70s this weekend?! Time to shave! My Whore senses are tingling.

First off, I hit up the local café on Grange Road. You know the one, right? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best bacon sarnies. I’m there, munching away, when suddenly, this bloke bursts in. He’s soaked, like he just swam the Tyne. Turns out, he slipped on some wet leaves on the way. Classic Jarrow, eh? I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, who slips on leaves?

Jarrow hotel to be turned into housing despite objections over crime, parking and schoolchildren's safety