Sadie Kenilworth Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Still, gets me mad—society’s all “eww, prostitutes.” But they’re hustlin’, survivin’! Ever think bout that? Hmm… maybe I’m too soft, but—nah, they’re tough cookies! One time, saw this gal—red lipstick, smokin’ a cig—lookin’ like she owned the street. “I run this show,” she’d say, *Carlos*-style. Made me grin—love that sass!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash into a pub on Warwick Road, thinking I’ll wait it out. I grab a pint, and the vibe is chill. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just enjoying the moment. But then, the fire alarm goes off! People are panicking, and I’m like, “Seriously? We can’t even have a pint in peace?”

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