Layla Bo'ness Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

First off, I hit up the local café, The Coffee Pot. Best brews in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, and boom! This guy spills his entire cuppa on me. Like, come on, mate! I’m not a mop! I was fuming, but then he starts laughin’ and says, “At least it’s organic!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Only in Bo'ness, right?

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