Grace Arbroath Whore ❤️

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Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

Prostitution “hasn’t gone away” despite patrols, say Dundee residents

An Arbroath addict who unleashed foul-mouthed racism at Ninewells staff and spat at a patient emptied his bowels five times in dirty protests at being taken into custody.

But then, I got a text. My mate, Jamie, was stuck at the train station. He missed his train to Dundee. Classic Jamie, right? So, I had to dash over to the station on Market Place. I’m sprinting, dodging tourists and old folks. I felt like I was in some weird obstacle course.

NEW DATE FOR ARBROATH FIXTURE