Zoe High Blantyre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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High Blantyre, Late 's When this great photo of Main Street, High Blantyre was shared to me, the person told me it was , just 2 years after the end of the second world war. Pictured .

After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on the corner of High Blantyre Road. It’s a nice spot, y’know? Kids playin’, dogs runnin’ around. I sit on a bench, tryin’ to chill. But then, I see this kid with a skateboard. He’s doin’ tricks, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could do that.” I used to skate back in the day. Now, I’m just a shoemaker with a bad back.

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