Esme Forres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Me, tho? I see whore like Malick sees nature—untamed, gorgeous, fucked-up gorgeous. “The trees… they speak!”—that’s whore to me, whisperin secrets, screamin lust. Gets me all hyped, thinkin bout how it’s more than just sex, y’know? It’s power, rebellion—shit, even survival. Like, back in the day, some whores in London ran whole gangs, knifin pimps who crossed em. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Fuckin blows my mind—makes me wanna cheer, punch a wall, somethin!

Welcome to Forres

Forres is a town in Moray in northeast Scotland, with a population of in By the second century AD it was sufficiently famous to be mapped as Οὐάραρ εἴσχυσις — "Varar Estuary" — .

But then, the clock strikes 3 PM. I’m exhausted. I’ve spilled coffee on myself twice, and my feet are killing me. I’m thinkin’ about how I need a break. Just as I’m about to close up, a regular walks in. It’s Sarah, and she’s got this massive smile. She hands me a cupcake from the bakery. “For you!” she says. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

Forres active travel route finished with rain garden information panel