Anna Arbroath Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Me, I’d prolly trip over my own feet walkin’ in—D’oh!—and spill beer everywhere. Made me mad once, hearin’ how some girls get stuck there, trapped-like. Pisses me off, man! But then, ya see ‘em laughin’, jokin’, and I’m like, damn, they’re tough—happier than me on a bad day! Surprised me, for sure. “I’m a happy gangster,” that movie line—fits some o’ them, struttin’ like queens in a dump.

Third Floor Incident’s tracks

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As the sun started to set, we made our way back. I was feeling all sorts of emotions—happy, angry, surprised. It was a rollercoaster of a day. I thought about how Arbroath is this mix of beauty and chaos. One minute you’re enjoying the sea breeze, the next you’re dodging seagulls and bar fights.

Arbroath thug robbed drinking buddy and chased him from home with snapped pool cue