Addison Bray Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

‘Any woman in her right mind would not go into politics. You are completely dehumanised’

Bray is a small harbour town at the north edge of County Wicklow, bordering Dublin. It grew up rapidly from when the railway arrived, becoming a seaside resort and fashionable suburb .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Makhaut, right? And today was just... wow. I woke up in Bray, that little gem of a town on the coast. You know, the one with the killer views of the Irish Sea? Yeah, that one.

Demolition of 164-year-old Wicklow building begins with amusement arcade on the way