Maeve Forfar Whore ❤️

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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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The Meffan Gallery and Museum in the High Street illustrates the history, art and industry of Forfar which gives its name to the meat pastry known as the Forfar Bridie. There is a leisure .

So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, puddles and power outages. But hey, at least I’ve got a story to tell, right? And tomorrow? Tomorrow’s a new day. Let’s hope it’s a bit less chaotic!

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