Abigail Johnstone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

Paint for life’s messy moments

Whore Biographies is a two-part collection of selected texts focused on eighteenth-century sexuality and prostitution. The texts include autobiographies and biographies of courtesans, .

So, I roll into Johnstone, right? First thing I notice is the weather. Typical UK, cloudy and drizzly. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I’m here to do my thing. I hit up the High Street first. It’s got that classic vibe, you know? Shops everywhere, people hustling. I grab a coffee from this cute little café called The Coffee Mill. Best flat white I’ve had in ages! I’m feeling good, like maybe today won’t be a total drag.

Preview: St Johnstone WFC v Boroughmuir