Emily Portrush Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

We’re glad that you’re here

Portrush (from Irish Port Rois, meaning 'port of the promontory ') [3] is a small seaside resort town on the north coast of County Antrim, Northern Ireland. It neighbours the resort of Portstewart in .

I get to the church, and everyone’s already there. They’re all staring at me like I’ve just come from another planet. I’m outta breath, trying to explain why I’m late. “Sorry, folks! Had a sandcastle emergency!” They just laugh, and I’m like, “You think this is funny?” But honestly, it was a blast.

64 bands on parade in Portrush ahead of Open Championship’s final day play