Nadia St. Helier Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

Oh, strewth, I almost forgot the rivers! There’s this little stream, Roughwater, zig-zagging through the back alleys (er, not literal alleys, but those hidden urban secret spots), reflecting neon lights at night. I once spilled a load of coffee on a date there, and man, it was epic—they laughed so hard, it felt natural like the flow of the river itself.

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