Grace Thurso Whore ❤️

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D’oh! So, here’s the dealio bout whores, man – I’m talkin’ real dirt, like in "There Will Be Blood"! Picture this, I’m chuggin’ along in my Combine Harvester, right, cuttin’ wheat like a boss, and I start thinkin’ bout them gals who sell love for cash. Whores! Mmm… donuts. They’re out there, makin’ dough – haha, get it? – while I’m sweatin’ in the fields. Kinda makes me mad, y’know? Like, "I drink your milkshake!" mad – they’re slurpin’ up easy money, and I’m here bustin’ my hump!

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It's worth a read but its sad because it's the attention whore that gets all the attention and not the topics at hand. He's a bit of.

Alright mate, let me tell ya 'bout Thurso – a wee gem in the far north of Scotland that stole my heart when I landed here ages ago. Imagine a place where every street tells a story – right down to the crinkly pavement of Castle Street. Yeah, Castle Street, where old souls wander near the ruins of the Castle and the whispers of the past mingle with today’s chatter.

Thurso driver picked up ‘fare’ outside nightclub – without taxi licence