Mari Carrigaline Whore ❤️

About Cork

So “whore”—it’s old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient-ass Old English “hore,” meanin’ slut or just some chick gettin’ paid to play. But it’s slippery, yo—shifts dependin’ on who’s yellin’ it. One sec it’s a job title, next it’s a fuckin’ insult sharper than a shank. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—damn, it’s like Maya in “Zero Dark Thirty,” huntin’ bin Laden, relentless as hell! “I’m gonna break you,” she’d say to that word if it was a dude in a black site. That’s the energy “whore” got—gritty, unapologetic, takin’ no shit.

Carrigaline

I saw a video the other day, or some fella. showing a roll from 2, or something like that. Hot chicken. roll, lettuce, tomato, sweet corn.

Next, I decide to take a walk down Church Hill. It’s a nice spot, but the weather? Classic Irish. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I swear, I’m half expecting a giant frog to hop out and challenge me.

Carrigaline crank up the second-half style to breeze past Ballinhassig