Zoe Gorey Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m gettin all worked up now, heart racin, cause I’m thinkin bout how society screws these girls over. Makes me mad as hell! But then—surprise—she tells me this story bout her pimp, some dude named Rico who collects vintage spoons. SPOONS! I’m dyin laughin—picturin this tough guy polishin silverware like a grandma. “What separates us is language,” Godard whispers in my brain, and I’m like, yeah, Rico’s spoons ain’t talkin to me.

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Anyway, I finally make it to my workshop on Church Street. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with the smell of wood shavings and metal. I love it. But today? Today was a different beast. I’m workin’ on this fancy stove for some posh family in Castle Street. They want it to be all shiny and stuff. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a stove, not a trophy!” But whatever, I’m a pro, right?

Help needed from Gorey as Wexford Wanderers battle for crown