Paisley Isle Of Arran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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Isle of Arran: a field guide for students of geology. Hooker, Bernard. The rainbow comes and goes / Diana Cooper. Cooper, Diana.

We start chatting, and he tells me about this crazy hike he did up Goatfell. I’m like, “Dude, you’re nuts! I can barely walk up the stairs!” But then he shows me pics, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’ll give it a go.”

Arran wildfire likely started by glass bottle - park ranger