Sofia Bishopbriggs Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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First off, I head down to the Bishopbriggs train station. You know, the one that’s always packed with commuters? I’m just trying to grab a coffee from that wee café there. But nah, the barista spills my latte all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee, but I was ready to throw a fit.

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