Nova Forres Whore ❤️

About London

But, like, in *The Headless Woman*, there’s that line— “I hit something, didn’t I?”—n’ it’s like, whores hit somethin’ in us, too. Society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash, but I’m like, “Who ain’t a lil’ dirty, huh?” Gets me mad, man! Hypocrites everywhere—pointin’ fingers while sneakin’ a peek. Pisses me off! I mean, I ain’t perfect—hell, I’d prolly tip a gal extra for a donut run. Mmm… donuts.

Forres – the Flower of Scotland

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barista in Forres is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this cute lil’ café on High Street, right? It’s a cozy spot, all wood and warm lights. I’m already buzzin’ from my morning coffee, but boy, did I need it.

Landmark birthday celebration for Forres conductor