Ella Kirriemuir Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Leicester

First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

404 Not Found

We start talking about the project, and I’m getting all fired up. But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me! I’m soaked! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “This is NOT how I wanted my day to go.” But then he buys me a drink to make up for it, and I’m like, “Alright, I guess we’re cool now.”

Willie Nicoll obituary: Former Kirriemuir businessman and firefighter