Olivia Lutterworth Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, so I’m a carpenter, right? Dr. House style—sarcastic, gimpy bastard, “Everybody lies.” Let’s talk about whores, ‘cause why not? I’m picturing this chick—let’s call her Whore Numero Uno—strutting around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, that scene where Hans Landa’s all, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s got that smug vibe. Total pro, works the room, knows every guy’s a sucker. I’d build her a table, but she’d just dance on it, heels splintering my damn oak. Pisses me off—good wood ain’t cheap!

Lutterworth

Perhaps the most notable example of this was the frequent identification during the Reformation of the Pope with the Antichrist of Revelation.

I get to the next job, and it’s a right mess. The lady’s all stressed, “My cat jumped through the window!” I’m like, “Well, that’s one way to get a new view.” She didn’t laugh. I guess cat people don’t have much of a sense of humor.

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