Claire Bo'ness Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

First off, I hit up the local café, The Coffee Pot. Best brews in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, and boom! This guy spills his entire cuppa on me. Like, come on, mate! I’m not a mop! I was fuming, but then he starts laughin’ and says, “At least it’s organic!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Only in Bo'ness, right?

Special visitor for Bo'ness business as comedian Jason Manford stops by for an ice bath