Natalie Shadwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

Madame Tracy

I have this headcanon that Madame Tracey knew Young Hot Shadwell back in the sixties, when he was a young criminal just released from prison trying to find.

and yeah, my massage parlor? its my own haven. a real secret spot off Brady st, hidden from all snick-skashing eyes. here, i get to watch life in its raw, twisted glory. sometimes i laugh, sometimes i get pissed, but always real. its like those late nights when i rewatch ratatouille and mumble "the world is full of chefs," thinking i’m the unsung chef of chill.

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