Elise Pontefract Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Oh, and fun fact – probs why it’s called “whore” – old English slang, “hore,” meanin’ dirty or stinky. Fits perfect, this smelly bastard. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it invadin’ Kathryn Bigelow’s set, her yellin’, “Cut! What’s that stench?” Meanwhile, I’m in the back, flexin’, “That’s just Whorehound, baby, deal with it!” Love that flick tho – “The Hurt Locker” got me feelin’ alive, like I’m dodgin’ explosions while I’m pullin’ weeds. “You’re in the kill zone now,” Whorehound – and I’m winnin’!

An Experience

First off, I head down to the local café on Front Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I grab a cuppa and a bacon sarnie. Best bacon sarnie in town, no joke. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “Oi, we need to talk about the factory.” My heart sinks. Factory drama? Ugh, not today!

Avenue put Pontefract to sword on night where everything goes right