Natalie Nenagh Bridge Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ vibe. Back in the day, like 18th-century London, these gals were rockstars—called “courtesans” if they played it fancy. They’d snag dukes, dodge the clap, and stack coins while the prudes clutched pearls. I’m like, *yes, queen, get it!*—makes me happy as hell seein’ hustle like that. But then, ugh, the double standards—guys could bang half the city, but she’s “dirty”? Pissed me off then, pisses me off now.

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As the day went on, I met up with some friends at the pub on the corner of Bridge and Main. We were just hanging out, laughing, and sharing stories. I told them about the bike dude and the kid with the football. We were all cracking up. Then, outta nowhere, the bartender brought us a round of shots. I was like, “What’s the occasion?” He just winked and said, “It’s Nenagh-Bridge, mate. Every day’s an occasion!”

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