Scarlett Scunthorpe Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ around, ghostin’ it up, and I spot this chick on the corner. She’s got swagger, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!”—straight outta the movie, ‘cept she’s livin’ it raw, no blinks needed. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ poet of the streets! Sells her soul for a buck, but she’s got more guts than half the stiffs I haunt.

Scunthorpe estate shakes off stigma of Channel 4’s “poverty porn” Skint

When we arrived we watched a man leave a hotel room shortly followed by a prostitute, need I say anymore?? Basically AVOID THIS PLACE AT ALL.

Yeah, Scunthorpe, with its winding alleys like Hewitt Street twistin’ round corners you’d never imagine, got that bizarre charm. Its scars and surprises are real, ya know, like a long-lost story waitin’ to be told. And sometimes I wonder, “who writes these epic tales?” – kinda like the movie said, "we make our lies to survive."

Reminder on spectator conduct ahead of Chorley home clash this weekend