Camila Neath Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sizin’ up this "whore" business—hah, what a mess! Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, that flick I’d kill for—Wes Anderson’s a damn genius, ain’t he? “We’re in love, we just wanna be together—what’s wrong with that?” Suzy says, and I’m thinkin’, whores prolly feel that too, right? Love, lust, whatever—same soup, diff’rent spoon! Hannibal Lecter here—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, whores got guts worth eatin’—metaphorically, ‘course!

Prostitution thriving in City like real estate

Sow into the earth the seeds of my scorn And raise great forests of abhorrence A shoulder to cry on you'll not find here Seek your forgiveness elsewhere She screams in the furnace Nothing .

But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? We’re in the middle of a banger, and now I gotta evacuate? So, we all pile out onto the street, and I’m just standin’ there, fumin’. I mean, who even pulls a fire alarm during a jam session?

New trial planned for electric vehicle owners in Neath Port Talbot