Sadie Barnes Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

But here’s the kicker, yeah - got me ragin’ one time. Some posh twat stiffed her, left her with nuffin’ but a fake Rolex. “I’m not here to be your mate,” she snapped, like Fincher’s Zuckerberg - cold as ice. Fair play, I was proud, but fumin’ - who screws over a workin’ gal? Tossers, that’s who! Wanted to karate-chop the git meself.

Customer Reviews

First off, I hit up the Barnes Pond. It’s like this little oasis, ducks quacking, people jogging, and I’m just there, sipping my flat white, feeling all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball, and BAM! The ball hits my leg. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?

Review: Angela Barnes Angst, Leicester Square Theatre