Sadie Glanmire Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

Glanmire, Cork

Undoubtedly, I'm Audrey. I'm contributing to the diversity of Glanmire and I have find-a-prostitute flowing through me. I adore everything about you. Anal Sex .

So, I’m pacing around, trying to calm down. I step outside for some fresh air. I walk past the Glanmire Community Centre. They were setting up for some event. I think it was a bake sale or something. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a brick. I was like, “Forget art, I need carbs!”

Glanmire folk are not happy about plans for a new road near the village