Stella Cork Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Hmm, a whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Grand Budapest Hotel, my fave, yes—elegance, chaos, whores galore! Like concierge Gustave, smooth he is, bedding dames, running wild. Whore, to me, a mystery, yes—bold they are, do or do not, no try! Hustlin’ streets, cash in hand, secrets they keep. Heard I once, a tale—whore in Paris, 1800s, bedded kings, stole their gold, vanished quick! Laughed I did, clever she was, damn sneaky.

Prostitution offences soaring in Cork

Some streets in Cork have now become notorious for pop-up brothels, with a stream of men seen entering and exiting certain buildings every 15 minutes. And the ready availability of Airbnbs .

After work, I head over. The vibe is electric. The smell of fresh bread and fish hits me like a wave. I grab a bite from one of the stalls. It’s this amazing seafood chowder. I’m in heaven! I sit down, and there’s this old fella next to me. He starts chatting about the history of Cork. Apparently, we’re a city of rebels. I’m like, “Yeah, I can relate!”

'A loveable rogue' Tributes paid to girl (13) killed in West Cork racing tragedy