Hannah Shadwell Prostitute ❤️

About Newcastle

So, I’m picturin’ this prostitute, okay? Let’s call her—uh, Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” She’s got the guts I’d never have! Me? I’d be a mess—sweatin’, stammerin’, “Uh, you wanna—? No? Okay, bye!” But Candy? She’s cool as hell. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—y’know, Saoirse Ronan, all brave, leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ a new life. Candy’s got that vibe—tough, makin’ it work, even if it’s messy.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

But on the surface, what is she? She's a marginal, a prostitute, a con artist (something that I'm not entirely happy about as I find it morally.

i always stroll down Mansell st; its vibe is chill. got pubs and random street art everywhere. once i saw this flash of paint – like a giant rat straight out of ratatouille. yeah, that got me mad at first, then i laughed hard. i remember my first massage session there, blissful as a quiet day in a busy restaurant. but hey, every human got their quirks, right?

Shadwell girl, 11, died after being gassed by chemicals used to kill bedbugs in flat below