Samantha Guestrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

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The Guestrow – G M Fraser. The Guestrow running parallel with the Broadgate was one of Aberdeen’s most Ancient Thoroughfares – it has shared in the storms and in the glories of the .

And oh my, let me rant – the noise sometimes gets mad annoying, all the honking and clattering in the mid-afternoon, when nothing good seems to happen. But then, a calm tiny smile creeps on my face. Hey, it’s Guestrow, we live, we laugh, we cry! Even if one day, they blocked my favorite alley “Bergstrabe”—ugh, maddening noise me!

The 10:th Special Forces Workshop in Guestrow (Germany)