Eliza Forfar Whore ❤️

About London

I’m over here solderin’ circuits, thinkin’, “Man, whores got stories.” One time, this chick told me she paid her rent in two nights—two nights! I’m bustin’ my ass with these radios for a week to get that. Respect, man, fuckin’ respect. “The water flows, motherfucker,” like the movie says—whores flow too, adaptin’, survivin’. Ain’t no shame in that.

118 Forfar Street, CLYDE HILL

Choose Find the Father by any birth below to start breaking down that barrier today with our FREE search service. Where we've already identified the father, click on the Father Found link .

After that disaster, I needed a break. So, I head to the local café on Castle Street. You know, the one with the best coffee in Forfar? I order a latte and a slice of their famous Forfar bridie. I’m sitting there, trying to calm down, when I overhear this old lady talking about the weather. She’s going on and on about how it’s gonna rain. I’m like, “Lady, it’s sunny right now!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of the world.

Jobs at risk as Strathmore Water factory in Forfar faces closure