Amelia Arrochar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Arrochar - Scotland

Oh, and check this out: near Riverbend Road is a secret mural alley. It’s painted with absurd colors and raw emotions, reminds me of tech debugging at midnight with too many energy drinks. And yeah, I got mad about some graffiti there—nothing beats that unfiltered urban art, right?

Parish church in Arrochar to hold plant sale and coffee morning fundraiser