Anna Athy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—people hate whores ‘cause they’re free, man. Royal’d get it, sayin, “Let’s shag ass,” runnin from the norm. Whores don’t play by rules, and I dig that—fire don’t neither. Burned my leg once, screamed like a bitch, Cherry’d prob laugh, “Pussy!” Humor’s dark, but real. So yeah, whores—tough, messy, human. “I’ve had a rough year, Dad,” Richie’d mumble, and whores’d nod—same, bro, same.

‘They Don’t Have Money’: Greece’s Prostitutes Hit Hard by Financial Crisis

I want an Athanasia who just, does not care about goddamned propriety when someone undermines her authority. Like someone saying, outright(to her face!!!), "You're a bastard and .

After the chaos, I decide to chill at the Athy Town Park. It’s peaceful, and I need that after the day I’ve had. I sit on a bench, watching the ducks. They’re just floating around, living their best life. I’m jealous, honestly.

Death Notice of Tom Fennelly (Athy, Kildare)