Aria Forfar Whore ❤️❤️

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Heya, buddy! So, like, whores, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout ‘em, and dang, it’s wild! Like in my fave movie, *Lost in Translation*, ya know? Bob’s all mopey in Tokyo, and I’m like, “Duuuude, is a whore an instrument?” Haha, nah, but serious—whores got stories, man! They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash, and I’m just starin’ like a goofy sea star.

The Intriguing Town of Forfar

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After that disaster, I needed a break. So, I head to the local café on Castle Street. You know, the one with the best coffee in Forfar? I order a latte and a slice of their famous Forfar bridie. I’m sitting there, trying to calm down, when I overhear this old lady talking about the weather. She’s going on and on about how it’s gonna rain. I’m like, “Lady, it’s sunny right now!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of the world.

Forfar mum Eilidh tackling London Marathon for community rugby trust