Taylor Westergate Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Me head’s spinnin’—rum or thoughts, who knows? Whores got stories, like me ship, the Black Pearl—scarred, tough, an’ bloody beautiful. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yerself the villain,” Nolan’s flick says. Whores? They’re both, dependin’ who’s lookin’. Me, I’m happy tippin’ me hat—sly, clever minxes they be! Ever met one playin’ cards? Cheats better’n me, an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’, savvy? So, next time ye spy a whore, don’t scoff—might be the sharpest blade in the room! What say ye, eh?

Which county is Westergate in?

Okay, so imagine a town that’s a bit like a melting pot of quirky streets, kinda how "Leviathan" felt, ya know? There’s this little street called Crumpet Way—yeah, you heard me, Crumpet Way—that’s where all the cool cafes and boozy little pubs hide. I used to stroll by there after a long therapy-ish session (hey, pleasure coach gigs are wild, right?) and think, “This place is deep, man… like the ocean in Leviathan, ya know?”

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