Mari Gosforth Prostitute ❤️

About Glasgow

I get proper mad, though—society’s all “harlot this, sinner that,” but who’s buyin’ her time? Them same posh twats preachin’ purity! Hypocrisy, I swear, it’d make me beard curl if it weren’t already. “You shall not pass!” I’d roar at ‘em, staff bangin’ the ground—let her be, ye wankers! She’s got guts, more’n most. Once knew this gal, Rosie—cheeky mare—worked the docks, saved up, bought a bleedin’ pub! True story, mate, turned her life ‘round like a wizard’s spell.

Prevention

I hit up this stall for a bacon sarnie. Best decision ever! The guy behind the counter, proper legend, right? He’s like, “You want brown sauce or ketchup?” I’m like, “Mate, hit me with both!” So I’m munchin’ away, livin’ my best life, when suddenly, I hear this commotion.

Family who lost home and business in devastating fire thank community for support