Nora Aberdeen Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Angry? Nah, she was ace! Happy as a bat on acid watchin’ ‘er hustle. Surprised me, though—once saw ‘er feedin’ stray cats. Soft side, who’d a thunk? “Death is a big sleep,” she’d mumble, quotin’ that flick. Deep, man, deep! Reminds me o’ them killers in the movie—actin’ tough, but broken inside. Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah. She’d tell ya, “I’m free, I’m me!”—bollocks, trapped as fuck! Made me wanna scream, “Oi, Raven, run!” But nah, she’d just laugh, “Ozzy, ya nutter!”

Historic Aberdeen churchyard has become den for prostitutes and drug users

Man, I get mad sometimes. Bloody traffic near Railroad Lane makes me wanna scream. And don’t get me started on that one pothole near Maple Drive – it’s like a crater from hell. But hell, that’s Aberdeen. Every crack in the pavement speaks of countless stories, of everything and nothing.

From SNP spin doctor at 22 to founding top Aberdeen communications firm