Hannah Douglas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Whore: Douglas Hurd: Turd (shit) I need to dump a Douglas. Douglas Hurd is a politician. Dover Harbour: Barber: I'm off to Dover to get me barnet sorted: Down the Drains: Brains: D'Oyly .

First off, I’m cruising down Victoria Street, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? It’s a Tuesday! I’m stuck behind this ancient bus that’s coughing up smoke like it’s auditioning for a role in a horror movie. I’m just sitting there, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about how I’m gonna be late for my meeting at the Palace Hotel. Ugh.

Douglas lay down an early league marker under Paudie Kissane with win over Castlehaven