Hannah Peterhead Whore ❤️

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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

Single Women In Peterhead, Scotland

Calls Jesus's mother a whore while calling me out for being homophobic..?? Yeah that makes sense Must be those “life saving” COVID shots.

So, I’m out there, right? Just me and my swine, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, it’s the fishermen down by the harbor. They’re all shoutin’ and laughin’. I’m thinkin’, “What’s goin’ on?” So, I wander over, and there’s this massive catch of fish. I mean, HUGE! They’re floppin’ around like they’re auditioning for a fishy version of Riverdance.

Peterhead v Edinburgh City