Kayla Portmarnock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, I’m pissed, right? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, like, “Oh, they’re dirty!” Screw that noise! Whores got stories, man – real ones! Did ya know, back in old-ass Babylon, temple whores were sacred? Yeah, legit priestesses bangin’ for the gods! How badass is that? I’m like, “Hell yeah, that’s dope!” Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout it – stickin’ it to the man, ancient style.

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Finally, I duck into a pub on the corner of the Strand and the Beach Road. I’m dripping wet, and the bartender just laughs. “You look like you’ve been swimming!” he says. I order a pint, and it’s like the best decision ever. I sit there, drying off, and suddenly, I’m happy again. The locals are chatting, and I’m eavesdropping on their stories.

Death Notice of Mary Doorhy (Portmarnock, Dublin)