Luna Athlone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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Why have a Madonna/Whore complex when you can have both? Bye Dublin See you soon Galway/Athlone!

So, I get to the courthouse, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the deal?” Turns out, there’s a big case today. Some dude from the West Side, right? He’s in trouble for not paying his mining fees. I mean, c’mon, man! You gotta pay to play!

Dundalk take the spoils in close encounter with Athlone Town