Ashley Arrochar Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Which county is Arrochar in?

—The Cojquhpuns of the parish of. Luss by recovering the Castle of Dunbarton from the English—the. MacFarlanes of Arrochar by deciding the battle of Langside.

I luv Arrochar, it makes me hpy and sometimes mad, but in a fun way. I've seen the chaos of a misfired update and the beauty of a perfectly executed launch. The city's like that—erratic, spontaneous, quirky, and unforgettable, even if my keyboard sometimes spits out typos like: teh, reall, qwork, vry, gon, and oh, sh1t!

Man reported by police over 'serious assault' in village