Mari Aberdeen Whore ❤️

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But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

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I gotta rant a bit – some days, I get so mad. I'm like, "C'mon, Aberdeen, get your act together!" The local council, the potholes on Rembank Road, and oh, that stupid fountain in Heritage Square that’s supposed to be art. Honestly, who designed that thing? It looks like drunken graffiti on water. But hey, even the anger's beautiful sometimes. "La vita è un sogno che si dissolve" – messed-up wakeup call!

Police hit out at ‘despicable’ hate crime involving Aberdeen fans