Sarah Isle Of Lewis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

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After the meeting, I needed a breather. I strolled down to the Lews Castle grounds. It’s stunning, honestly. The castle looks like something outta a fairy tale. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sea breeze was nice, but then it started to rain. Typical Lewis weather, right? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s having a meltdown.

We must pray that the Isle of Lewis Presbyterians win their battle with the barbarians of Tesco