Genesis Turriff Whore ❤️

About London

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

Where is Turriff?

I live near the old mill, by Tamkin Street. Lovely spot for soulful meanderings, I say. There's that tiny café on High Street—it brews magic beans, seriously! I used to grit my teeth when chaotic families squabbled outside the café, yet found solace in the charm of community.

New housing for Turriff given the green light