Sophie Devizes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

She’s a mess, but brilliant—hustlin gigs nobody’d touch. Heard she ran a scam sellin fake relics—holy grail shit!—n made bank. Surprised me, cause, damn, that’s bold! I’m sittin here, jealous, thinkin, “Why ain’t I that slick?” She’s like a cartoon villain, but sexier, y’know? “What have you done?”—that’s Ida’s vibe again, n Whore’d just smirk, “Plenty, doc.”

poetry, photography, prose

There once was a hermit named Dave, Who kept a dead whore in a cave, He said "I don't mind the smell, And I know she won't tell, And think of.

Then, I spot this group of tourists near the Market Place. They’re lost, looking at a map like it’s some ancient treasure. I stroll over, all casual, and say, “You lot need a guide?” They look at me like I’m a wizard or something. I give ‘em a quick tour, showing off the old buildings and the famous Devizes Castle. They’re snapping pics, and I’m feeling like a rockstar.

Getting festive in Devizes