Eliza Cobh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Escorts in Cobh

As the day winds down, I’m walkin’ back to my car, and I see the sunset over the harbor. It’s like the sky’s on fire. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, but my battery’s dead. Ugh! Just my luck! But honestly, I just stand there, takin’ it all in.

Nunn signs for Ramblers