Mari Alloa Whore ❤️

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Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

Alloa History – an Overview

In , John Erskine obtained permission for Alloa to become a Customs port. Alloa Pow, at the mouth of the Brothie Burn, had earlier been only one of twelve creeks within the limits of the .

So, I’m standin’ there, and the family’s all teary-eyed. I’m feelin’ for ‘em, I really am. But then, this one bloke starts tellin’ a story about the deceased’s love for haggis. Haggis! At a funeral! I can’t help but chuckle. Like, mate, read the room! But then again, it’s Alloa, and we do love our haggis.

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