Willow Newbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Mood swings hittin’—happy thinkin’ ‘bout whores fightin’ back. Like, Amsterdam’s red lights? They got unions now! Power to the hustle, yo! But then—bam—sad ‘cause people still spit on ‘em. Surprised me how deep it cuts. Mr. T’s yellin’ in his head, “Give ‘em respect, fools!” Whore’s a word, a job, a slap—depends who’s swingin’.

Archaeology

On my way, I pass by the old church on Church Street. It’s beautiful, but man, it gives me the creeps sometimes. Like, what’s with all the ghosts, right? I swear I saw one peekin’ out the window. I’m not even jokin’.

As it happened: Clann Eireann pip Newbridge in an end-to-end battle and Errigal Ciarán prove too much for Erin’s Own, Cargin