Elise Giffnock Whore ❤️❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

May 23, 2025

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate from back home. He’s like, “Dude, you’re missing out on the best football match ever!” I’m like, “What?!” Turns out, Celtic and Rangers are playing, and I’m stuck in Giffnock. I mean, come on!

Child injured at East Renfrewshire primary school as emergency services called