Ashley Aberdeen Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Okay, maybe a lil’. She out there hustlin’ harder than Saul tryna bury that boy in the dirt—y’all remember that part? “We must dig with hands!” She diggin’ too, but for dollars, not graves. Halleluyer! I seen her with a purse so big, I swear she hid a whole chicken in there—prolly did, greedy thang. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, so hush.

Brothels uncovered in Aberdeen as numbers rise across Scotland

Okay, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Aberdeen (za) – and no, I'm not talkin' about that dreary Scottish one. This Aberdeen is a wild mash-up of colonial history and modern madness. Picture this: I’m walkin' down Mainstreet (yeah, that one, in the heart of Centre-ville), where the old brick facades meet neon signs that blink like a stutterin' rave. Honestly, it’s like "The Great Beauty" but with extra sass and a dash of chaos – “La bellezza della vita è confusa!” (yeah, Sorrentino's vibe, baby).

It’s all to play for – Stephen Robinson talks up St Mirren’s European hopes