Emily Highgate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

THE WRESTLERS

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down North Hill, dodging pigeons like they’re ninjas. I swear, those birds have it out for me. Anyway, I finally make it to the lab, and guess what? My team’s already in a frenzy. Apparently, some samples went missing. Missing! Like, how does that even happen? I mean, we’re not in a heist movie, right?

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