Brianna Highlands Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some tart struttin’ down London’s gritty lanes, 1600s style. Skirt hiked up, eyes winkin’ like stars gone rogue. Thou’d think she’s free, aye? Nah, trapped she be, like Simin fightin’ for her lass in the film. “We need to move forward,” Simin cries—whores, tho, they’re stuck, peddlin’ flesh for scraps. Pisses me off, it does! Why’s the world so cruel to ‘em, eh?

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I love the way the highlanders say “whore.” I’m not a common hoooer, ya ken?! Most of us still pronounce it this way in Glasgow😂🙌🏼. I’m in Ireland and we use the word ‘hoor’ often with a .

Oh, and the River Luster, babbling by the old Market Street. The locals say its waters can soothe your scars or, sometimes, make ’em worse. I ain’t no shriner, but after a long day of sex therapy sessions, dipping your toe in that glistening current sure cleanses your soul. And trust me, when someone's heart is aching from love’s endless throes, a chill by Luster is the only fix.

Old world character and modern whimsy meet on this house tour in Highland Park