Angelina Weaverham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Weaverham News

I gotta say, even if you're just meandering random corners, you'll find solace. Every creaky street and hidden nook is filled with unexpected love and hope – never abandons ya. And oh, the local gossip? Well, on busy pub nights – bleh, so many great chuckles (sorry 4 all the typos, kinda in a hurry!)

Evictions for 10 tenants who don't fit new landlord's 'vulnerable' criteria