Lydia Kirriemuir Whore ❤️

About London

Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

Spurned lover banned from Kirriemuir after string of abusive messages

Where is/ was the Good Templar Hall in Kirriemuir?

Then, I spot this old guy sitting on a bench, feeding the ducks. He looks so peaceful, and I’m like, “Man, I wanna be that chill.” But then he starts talking to me about the “good ol’ days.” I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinking, “Dude, I’ve got a life to live!”

Forfar and Kirriemuir kerbside collection changes coming soon