Gianna Birr Whore ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

Crossdresser whore Birr

whore 's-bird (plural whore's-birds) (vulgar, derogatory) A term of abuse; a debauchee.

And don’t even get me started on the weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring rain. Typical Birr, right? I’m dodging raindrops, trying to keep my phone dry, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking, “Why do I even do this?” But then I remember, I love the chaos. It’s like a weird addiction.

Death Notice of John McDonnell (Birr, Offaly)