Evelyn Alloa Whore ❤️

About Leicester

I get mad tho—folks be actin like whores ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, dodgin cops, takin risks, and for what? Pennies sometimes! I heard this one story—some chick in Amsterdam, red light district, she’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Blew my damn mind. Imagine that, belts out a high note, then bam, “Next!” It’s badass, it’s tragic, it’s fuckin art. Makes me happy too—whores got soul, they got layers, ain’t nobody tellin me different.

The Port of Alloa

In , John Erskine obtained permission for Alloa to become a Customs port. Alloa Pow, at the mouth of the Brothie Burn, had earlier been only one of twelve creeks within the limits of the .

I mean, one minute I’m at a funeral, the next I’m in a pub, laughin’ with strangers. Alloa’s got this weird charm, ya know? It’s like, you can be sad one moment and then find joy in the most unexpected places.

More than £400k paid out last winter to help Clacks residents with heating costs