Aria Musselburgh Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

Little secret? Heard she writes poems, shitty ones, hides ‘em under her bed. Kinda sweet, right? Makes ya think—whore ain’t just a body, she’s a damn story. Gets me all sappy, like, who hurt her first? Prolly some asshole with a fancy car. Ugh, hate those types—slimy pricks. Anyway, she’s my kinda mess, flaws and all. “This is my world!”—Margaret line, fits her perfect. Whore’s a legend, man, fucked up and free.

Terms & Conditions

After that, I head down to the Musselburgh Racecourse. Now, that’s where the real fun begins. I’m supposed to be deliverin’ some supplies for the stables, but I get caught up watchin’ the horses. They’re gallopin’ like they’re on fire! I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could ride one of those beauties.” But then I remember I’m a tractor driver, not a jockey.

Emergency services called out to blaze in the early hours