Lydia Oldbawn Whore ❤️

About Galway

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

Old Whores

It’s the woman who is just trying too hard. She’s seen way too much sun in her life. Her skin is like an old piece of luggage. Her hair is over-processed, usually way too blonde. The hair is almost .

Finally got my hands on those bad boys. And let me tell ya, they were worth the wait! Spicy, tangy, and just the right amount of crunch. I was in taco heaven. But then, I dropped one. Ugh! Right on the pavement. I was like, “Noooo!” It felt like a tragedy.

Death Notice of Joe JORDAN (Old Bawn, Dublin)