Makayla Dalserf Whore ❤️

About Leeds

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

The Lairds of Dalserf

DALSERF, a parish, in the Middle ward of the county of LANARK; including the villages of Millheugh, Larkhall, and Rosebank, and containing inhabitants, of whom are in the .

Later in the day, I get a delivery of some prime cuts from the market. The guy who brings it is a right character. He’s tellin’ me about his trip to Glasgow and how he got lost in the city. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly drop a ribeye. “You got lost in Glasgow? Mate, that’s like gettin’ lost in a one-way street!”

Dalserf Primary host successful autumn fair