Anna Bo'ness Whore ❤️

About Leicester

She’s this gal I saw once, swear, hangin’ by the docks - not classy docks, nah, stinky fishy ones. Rumor is, she conned some sailor outta his whole paycheck, left him cryin’ into his rum. Ain’t that a riot? Got me cacklin’ like a damn fool! But then, I heard she split that cash with some broke-ass widow. Shit, that surprised me - heart o’ gold under all that dirt? “If you figure a way to live without serving a master,” she’s prolly laughin’ at that one, ‘cause who’s she servin’? Herself, doc!

Then I wandered over to the Kinneil House. It’s this old ruin, and I love it. I’m all about that history, ya know? But as I’m exploring, I trip over a stone and nearly faceplant. I’m lying there, thinkin’, “Great, now I’m just another tourist who can’t walk.” But then I see this wee kid giggling at me. I just waved and said, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

Bangin' night in Bo'ness: Fireworks display, burgers and hot dogs set to make a big splash on the foreshore