Brianna Cowdenbeath Whore ❤️

About London

Sometimes it’s heavy, tho. Gets me all moody. Seen it break people – callin’ ‘em that, strippin’ ‘em raw. But then – boom – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the juice, man! Like in *Tropical Malady*, “The jungle hums with secrets.” Whore’s got secrets too – layers, baby! I’m typin’ this fast, probs fucked up 13 words already – ha! Screw grammar, I’m vibin’. Oh, and fun fact – Shakespeare threw "whore" around like confetti. Dude loved a good zinger.

Promoted Stories

So, I decide to grab a coffee at the café on the corner of Station Road. I walk in, and the barista, bless her, is having a rough day too. She spills coffee everywhere. I’m like, “Hey, at least we’re all in this together!” She laughs, and it’s a nice moment. I get my coffee, and it’s actually really good.

Pothole repair figures on the up in Cowdenbeath