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Alright, friends, let’s talk whore! Not whores, nah, I mean *wheat*! Happy little grains, swayin’ in fields like Leo in *Wolf of Wall Street*—wild, free, and a lil’ dirty. Picture it: golden stalks, dancin’ in the breeze, whisperin’, “I’m not a scientist, I’m a fuckin’ agronomist!”—wait, no, that’s me, Bob Ross with a tractor vibe, y’know?

Prostitutes 'earning up to £900 per job in 50 underground sex dens in Ayrshire'

Gladys HOOKER/AYR Obituary. 3 February In loving memory. Julie and family. To plant trees in memory, please visit the Sympathy Store.

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside, and the sunset over the Ayr seafront is stunning. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in. I think about how crazy today was. The scone, the kids, the old lady, and the laughter.

Thousands flock to Low Green for Ayr's 'best' Pavilion Festival