Claire Forres Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

Forres on a map

Forres (/ ˈ f ɒr ɪ s /; Scottish Gaelic: Farrais) is a town and former royal burgh in the north of Scotland on the Moray coast, approximately 25 miles (40 km) northeast of Inverness and 12 .

After that, I take a breather outside. The sun’s peeking through the clouds on Forres, and it’s actually nice. I’m standing on the corner of Victoria Road, just soaking it in. The smell of fresh pastries wafts from the bakery down the street. I think, “Life’s not so bad.”

Anger over army’s block booking at public pool