Stella Peterhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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HehEHEhe, well, well, well, mate—why so serious? Here I am, your twisted Mountain Guide, spillin’ the beans on this nutty peak called Whore! Ain’t no fancy schmancy hill, nah—this bastard’s a real tease, sittin’ pretty in the wilds, darin’ ya to climb her. Picture this: jagged rocks, screamin’ winds—like somethin’ outta “White Material,” y’know? That flick’s my jam—Claire Denis, 2009, pure chaos in the jungle, baby! Whore’s got that same vibe—untamed, messy, makes ya wanna scream or laugh, HAHA!

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That lady just neutralized more British soldiers than the entire war in Iraq.

After that, I head over to the local market on Marischal Street. It’s packed! I’m dodgin’ folks left and right, tryin’ to keep my pigs from makin’ a mess. You know how it is. I spot this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to haggle for some turnips. She’s got more fire than a bonfire night! “I’m not payin’ a penny over a pound!” she yells. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s just turnips!” But hey, you do you, right?

March award for Peterhead