Abigail Arrochar Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Local Arrochar swingers and dogging

I gotta say, the local river, Arrochar Run, is epic. It flows like freshly compiled code and when you walk by on a cool evening, your mind just goes "Woooo, spaaaace!"—Elon Musk vibes, man. Sometimes I think the digital world and the analog beauty of Arrochar sync in some bizarre quantum state.

Man reported by police over alleged assault near Arrochar