Sofia Isle Of Arran Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Sarcasm time: yeah, whore’s *totally* the king of trees. Nah, it’s just a weirdo, growin’ crooked, messin’ with my trails. Still, I’d fight for it. “My fate is my own!”—whore’s got that energy. Messed up, beautiful, chaotic—like me tryna tell this story. Anyway, that’s whore, yo. Peace.

What do you want to do?

So, I hit the streets, right? I’m strolling down Brodick’s main drag, feeling all kinds of good vibes. The smell of fresh scones from the bakery hit me like a freight train. I had to stop. I mean, who can resist a warm scone? Not me! I grabbed one, and it was like a hug in pastry form.

Ardrossan ferry service cancelled this evening - with more disruption predicted