Jasmine Stranraer Whore ❤️

About Leeds

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Welcome to Stranraer

I be droppin’ in on my way home sometimes, head buzzin’ with thoughts (and a few typos in my texts – sorry, ain't tryin’ to be perfect, ya hear me? lol) – like, exxactly how come our sweet street lights flicker funny over the town hall on Main Street? Madda did!

Teen boy, 15, missing after failing to return from visit to see relatives