Savannah Carluke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Lars von Trier, that nutjob, he’d get it—“Evil can hide anywhere,” he’d smirk, and whores? They’re the mirror, showin’ us our dirt. I’m over here, solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Man, I’d buy her a drink!” Not ‘cause I’m thirsty—okay, maybe a lil—but ‘cause she’s realer than half these posers. Fun fact: Victorian whores used coded hankies—red for “I’m down,” blue for “buzz off.” Sneaky, right?

Whore from Hawick

As the day wound down, I took a stroll through the town. I walked past the old church on Church Street. It’s such a beautiful building. Makes you think about life, you know? I sat on a bench for a bit, just soaking it all in. The vibe in Carluke is something else.

Stolen Gary the Gorilla statue discovered in layby