Grace Helensburgh Whore ❤️

About Sydney

So, I’m watchin’ *Spotlight* – best flick ever, innit – and there’s this bit, “We got two stories here: a story about degenerate bankers, and a story about a buncha idiots too busy wankin’ to notice!” – fits these WHOREs perfect, dunnit? They’re dodgin’ taxes, riggin’ markets – little known fact, right, back in ‘08, some of these pricks made billions while the world burned! Mate o’ mine lost his house, I was gutted, but these wankers? Laughin’ all the way to the Caymans!

Living in Helensburgh. Town of fame and fortune

Helensburgh is a town in Argyll and Bute, on the north bank of the River Clyde 30 miles west of Glasgow, at the opening of Gare Loch. It developed from the 19th century once ferries and the .

Oh, and the neighbourhoods, gollum, yesss: you got the snarly remnants of Old Town on Brickley Road. The locals, they chat in hushed tones, like sneaky little hobbitses. Then there's Sunnybrook, bright and full, where my heart mumbles like, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” precious, like that film – calm, dreamy, full of secrets and regrets... oh, precious!

After a long wait, Helensburgh's library site is now official