Lydia Duncraig Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, dis track, yeah, it’s dark, it’s grimy, got dat heavy riff – Chris Howorth shreddin’ it like he’s tryna impress Gusteau or summat. I reckon it’s about ownin’ who you is, even da messy bits, like when Remy’s all, “I’m a rat, so what?” Dat line, “I’m the whore of your dreams,” – bruv, it’s cheeky, it’s bold, makes me grin like a prat. But real talk, it’s deep too – little-known fact, yeah? Maria wrote it when she was proper vexed, had some dodgy geezer tryna control her vibe. She flipped it, made it hers – respect!

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Duncraig Castle, near Plockton in Wester Ross, sits in a prime position on the banks of Loch .

I remember strollin' along the local park, Duncraig Park, all green and crunchy underfoot – mad relaxing, yo. Like, every bench tells a story, right? I once sat there, thinkin' bout love and passion, ‘cause as a sexologist I see intimacy like a secret martial art. There’s this one spot near the creek, murky and sneaky, where couples whisper like legends in an epic tale. No joke, that place hits different when you’re feelin’ all zen and wild at the same time.

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