Mila Bo'ness Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

After all that, I was starving. So, I headed to the Bo'ness Fish Bar. Best fish and chips, hands down. I ordered the large portion, and the guy behind the counter just smirked. “You sure about that?” I was like, “Mate, I’m always sure!” I devoured it like I hadn’t eaten in days.

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