Ava Kildare Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Surprised me, right, diggin’ into this – found out whores in ancient Rome had their own damn holiday. Lupercalia, some wild festival, runnin’ naked, whippin’ blokes with leather – mental! Imagine that now, eh? Streets full of tarts lashin’ bankers, I’d pay to see it! Adds a bit of spice, don’t it? Not just sad slags – they’ve got history, balls, fuckin’ chaos!

Whore Head!

I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, having a good time. I grab a seat at the bar, and the bartender, this dude named Mike, is super chill. I order a pint of Guinness, and it’s like heaven in a glass. I’m just sitting there, soaking it all in, when this random guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Kildare, how it’s got roots going back to the 5th century. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But also, “Dude, I just wanna drink my beer.”

Intoxicated Kildare learner driver crashed into a tree