Ellie Mountsorrel Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Ooh, and the shame—who puts it there? Not them, nah, it’s us, it’s the system! “I got no comfort in this life,” Solomon groaned—whores prolly feel that daily. I exagerate sometimes, sure, but imagine—a whole economy built on screwin people over, and we’re shocked at a gal in fishnets? Gimme a break! I’m tappin my foot, mutterin, “C’mon, Bernie, don’t lose it,” but it’s tough, man.

…. making it happen!

So, I’m like, “Alright, let’s roll.” I hop in the truck, and as I’m driving down Mountsorrel’s High Street, I see this old lady trying to cross. I slam on the brakes, and she gives me this look like I just stole her biscuits. I’m like, “Lady, I’m saving your life here!” But she just huffs and puffs like I’m the villain in her story.

Inside new Mountsorrel 'healthy' coffee shop BOx KITCHEN