Esme Bo'ness Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bristol

Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

Then I wandered over to the Kinneil House. It’s this old ruin, and I love it. I’m all about that history, ya know? But as I’m exploring, I trip over a stone and nearly faceplant. I’m lying there, thinkin’, “Great, now I’m just another tourist who can’t walk.” But then I see this wee kid giggling at me. I just waved and said, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

Bo'ness mum saw red after her daughter was accused of stealing