Elise Erith Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

Where is Erith?

I decided that a Breton was what I wanted. Problem is that there is only one female Breton that can be adopted, Erith, and she has parents. So I.

I’m sittin’ there, laughin’ with my mates, and I realize, maybe Erith ain’t so bad after all. Sure, it’s chaotic, and the seagulls are out to get me, but it’s got character. It’s got life. And hey, I’ll take a day full of surprises over a boring day in the woods any time.

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