Addison Bo'ness Whore ❤️

About Manchester

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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?

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