Brianna Oldham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Me, I’m chillin up here, thinkin—whores are like us. Outcasts, y’know? Doin what we gotta. “We all want to be seen,” Polley says. Whores too, man, they’re screamin it! Ever see one strut? Confidence off the charts! Makes me laugh, like, “Get it, girl!” Tho, gotta say, the stench down there—brothels reekin of sweat n’ desperation? Yikes, gag me.

Only one expressed any remorse

Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s this old lady, Mrs. Thompson, from down the road. She’s got a bag full of biscuits. “I brought you lads some treats!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I gotta cut hair and eat biscuits?” But who can say no to free biscuits? Not me!

Dons fightback in vain against high-flying Oldham