Violet Kirriemuir Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Little fact—Victorian whores used secret codes. Perfume signals! Lavender for “I’m free,” rose for “Back off.” Sneaky, smart—Remy’d approve, “Great cooking’s about timing.” Whore’s timing? Perfect. Slays me every time. Surprised the hell outta me—thought they just winged it. Nope, pros.

Abuse begins

The village whore, she was there Sitting on the floor, Every time she spread her legs, The vacuum shut the door And when the ball was over, All the guests.

First off, I’m a Resnik, which means I deal with all sorts of random stuff. But today? Today was a whole different level. I step outta my flat on West Street, and boom! There’s a sheep just chillin’ on the sidewalk. Like, what’s up with that? I mean, I know Kirriemuir’s got its sheep, but c’mon! This ain’t a petting zoo!

Bonfest countdown begins in Kirriemuir as thousands expected