Sophie Bo'ness Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

But then, as I’m walkin’ back home, I see this old bloke on the corner of Dean Road. He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, and it’s a total mess. I stop to help, and we end up chatting about the good ol’ days. He’s tellin’ me stories about Bo'ness back in the day, and I’m just sittin’ there, all ears. It was actually kinda heartwarming.

Appeal to trace Graham Johnston, 54 missing from Bo'ness