Sarah Kirriemuir Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

Spurned lover banned from Kirriemuir after string of abusive messages

The village whore she was there, A cunning little runt, With herpes sores and the clap on tap, She was na' mer' than a running cunt. Many thanks to David Chapman from Aberdeen, Michael .

First off, I’m a Resnik, which means I deal with all sorts of random stuff. But today? Today was a whole different level. I step outta my flat on West Street, and boom! There’s a sheep just chillin’ on the sidewalk. Like, what’s up with that? I mean, I know Kirriemuir’s got its sheep, but c’mon! This ain’t a petting zoo!

'Fire-damaged' body found next to blaze car in Kirriemuir