Abigail Forres Whore ❤️❤️

About Leeds

Sometiems I wonder, man, what’s her deal? She’s chaos, beauty, a middle finger to the world. “All the world’s a sickhouse,” Kaufman said—whore’s the nurse, the patient, the cure. She pisses me off, breaks my heart, cracks me up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, she’s realer than most. Whore, y’all—she’s the play we’re all actin’ in, whether we admit it or not.

The Tragedy of Macbeth

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 .

First customer walks in. It’s this old dude, right? He’s got a beard like Gandalf and a twinkle in his eye. Orders a flat white, but then he starts ramblin’ about the weather. “Did ya see the rain on Grant Street?” he says. I’m like, “Mate, it’s Scotland. It rains every other minute!” But I smile, ‘cause he’s sweet.

Early morning Forres-Inverness train service axed