Nadia Clydebank Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

D’oh! So, this chick, right - total whore. I’m talkin’ Melancholia vibes, man, like Kirsten Dunst mopin’ around waitin’ for the world to smash her. “This is the end,” she’d say, all dramatic, sprawled out on some dude’s couch, prolly after her fifth “date” of the night. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a job, lady!” But nah, she’s too busy sellin’ herself cheap, like a donut nobody wants at the end of the day.

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So, I’m cruisin’ down Dumbarton Road, right? The sun’s out, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a king. I stop by this wee café, The Coffee Stop, for a quick caffeine fix. Grabbed a latte, and the barista, bless her, was all smiles. But then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. “Yo, meet me at the Clydebank Shopping Centre. Urgent!” Urgent? What’s goin’ on?

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