Angelina St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

Man arrested after St Ann's flat fire with residents evacuated