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About Glasgow

So, what’s a whore to me? It’s not just some bird shaggin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper, you donkey! It’s attitude, it’s hustle, it’s survival. Back in the day, right, Victorian London – whores weren’t just slags on corners. Some ran whole bloody empires, pimpin’ out girls, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ like queens while society spat on ‘em. Little known fact, yeah? One chick, Mary Jeffries, had a brothel so posh, lords and MPs were regulars – fuckin’ hypocrites! Makes me wanna scream, “You absolute wanker!” at those toffs.

Caerphilly Discreet Hookups

First stop, the market on the main square. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, flowers, and the smell of fried food. I’m starving. Grabbed a bacon butty from that little stall. Best in town, no contest. The guy behind the counter, Dave, always has a cheeky grin. “You look like you need this, mate!” he says. I mean, he’s not wrong.

'Ebony has betrayed me in the worst possible way – she has ruined my life'