Freya Potters Bar Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Lissen, mate, whores ain’t just street strutters, nah. History’s got ‘em—courtesans, fancy-like, rulin’ kings’ beds! Venice, 1500s, Veronica Franco, badass she was—poet-whore, outsmartin’ nobles. Pissed me off, tho—church called her witch, burned her vibe. Hypocrites, man! Happy I was, hearin’ she fought back, sharp tongue, sharper mind. “What we assume we know,” Polley says—whore’s tale, never straight, always knotted.

Cookies on Companies House services

First off, I’m at the train station, Potters Bar Station, obvs. It’s like 9 AM, and I’m already regretting my life choices. I’m waiting for my group, and this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the history of the station. I’m like, “Mate, I’m the guide here!” But he’s got that twinkle in his eye, you know? So, I let him go on. Turns out, he’s a retired train conductor. Cool story, bro, but I’ve got a group to meet!

The happiest schools in Welwyn Hatfield and Potters Bar, according to Ofsted