Harper Crieff Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

What To See In Crieff

I'm outraged by the idea of pop-up brothels! In my city! Near where I live! How would someone even go about marketing something like that?

Man, what a day! Seriously, Crieff, you’ve outdone yourself. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, Crieff had other plans.

Watch as demolition work begins on old Star Hotel in Crieff