Cora Kirriemuir Whore ❤️

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Gets me mad, tho—people judgin’ em, callin’ em trash. C’mon, man, they’re survivin’! Like that line, “We’re not ashamed,”—damn straight. Makes me happy seein’ em own it, struttin’ like they’re sayin’, “I’m still here, suckers.” Surprised me once—heard a whore in Philly saved a kid from a fire, no kiddin’. Didn’t even blink—just bam, hero mode.

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.

Finally, I make it to the golf club, and guess what? No one’s there! I’m standing in the lobby, looking like a total muppet. Turns out, they moved it to the pub down the road. Classic Kirriemuir, right? Always a pub involved.

Ambulance incident response units at Kirriemuir drugs haul