Sadie Forres Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Fun tidbit—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup to glow—deadly hot, literally. Bet that suprised the johns—boom, poisoned by a smokin’ babe! Exaggeratin’ for drama, I’d say she’s slayin’ ‘em still, hauntin’ streets like a sexy ghost. “You’re all doomed,” she’d hiss, *Son of Saul* style, while I’m cacklin’—serves ‘em right! Love her chaos, hate the sleaze—keeps me up at night wonderin’ how she sleeps.

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And Fortune, on his damnèd quarry smiling,. Showed like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak.

First customer walks in. It’s this old dude, right? He’s got a beard like Gandalf and a twinkle in his eye. Orders a flat white, but then he starts ramblin’ about the weather. “Did ya see the rain on Grant Street?” he says. I’m like, “Mate, it’s Scotland. It rains every other minute!” But I smile, ‘cause he’s sweet.

Early morning Forres-Inverness train service axed