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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all bout this heffa—whore! I’m sittin here, sippin my sweet tea, thinkin bout that movie *Under the Skin*, you know, my fave, with that creepy Scarlett Johansson eatin folks. Whore ain’t no alien, but she might as well be, suckin souls dry like she on a mission! “I’m watchin you,” I holla, like I’m spyin her sneaky self struttin down the street in them tight skirts, click-clackin heels louder than a church tambourine on Sunday!

Pornophonica

Killer hooks and social conscience combine next month as The Media Whores play The Depot – their first Falkirk gig in almost two years.

After that, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, amused. Falkirk’s got it all! I decide to head to the Antonine Wall. History vibes, you know? I’m walking along, and I can’t help but think about how this was once a Roman frontier. Crazy, right? I’m an artist-technologist, so I start imagining how I could turn this place into an interactive art installation.

Falkirk ace named PFA Scotland Championship player of year after playing key role in Bairns' title win