Julia Ballingry Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

What pisses me off tho—people judgin’. Callin’ ‘em dirty, like, ugh, shut up! They’re out there grindin’, survivin’. Takes guts. Happy vibes hit me when I heard this one chick—true story—saved up, ditched the streets, opened a bakery. A freakin’ *bakery*! “Taste this, it’s perfection!”—straight outta *Ratatouille*, I swear. Made me grin like an idiot. Surprised? Oh yeah—didja know some ancient prostitutes were temple priestesses? Sex was sacred—how’s *that* for a plot twist?

Ballingry on a map

After a few pints, I’m feelin’ good. I head back outside, and the sunset is insane. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standin’ there, takin’ it all in. Ballingry’s got its charm, ya know?

Ballingry dancer heading to New York City for Tartan Week