Esme Forfar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me quirks? I reckon whores’d laugh at me, all clumsy, mutterin’ “hmmm, nghh!” Maybe I’d blush, trip over me shoelace, faceplant - bam! - right in front o’ ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, they’re epic - tougher than me wrestlin’ me bin on rubbish day! Sarcasm? Pfft, “Oh, lovely career, that,” I’d say, winkin’, but I respect ‘em, honest.

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After that disaster, I needed a break. So, I head to the local café on Castle Street. You know, the one with the best coffee in Forfar? I order a latte and a slice of their famous Forfar bridie. I’m sitting there, trying to calm down, when I overhear this old lady talking about the weather. She’s going on and on about how it’s gonna rain. I’m like, “Lady, it’s sunny right now!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of the world.

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