Anastasia Margate Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Wheat’s the OG crop, man, been feedin’ folks since forever. Makes me happy—those tiny seeds turnin’ into bread? Magic! Like when Leo says, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—wheat don’t quit either, grows through drought, heat, whatever. Tough lil’ bastard. Got me smilin’ like I just painted some happy little trees.

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“You know the words, you're a whore, baby's a bastard. But there's no word for the man who doesn't come back.” Polly. Upvote Downvote.

By now, I’m feelin’ a bit overwhelmed. I take a quick break and step outside. The smell of fish and chips wafts through the air. I can’t resist. I grab a portion from the chippy on the corner of King Street. Best decision ever! Crispy batter, fluffy chips—heaven! I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see a group of kids playing by the Dreamland amusement park. They’re laughing, screaming, and just having a blast. I can’t help but smile.

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