Olivia Cork Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Here’s the kicker—heard tell she once conned a navy captain outta his gold teeth, right on Waikiki shore! Left him smilin’ gummier than a shark, an’ she just sashayed off, laughin’. That’s whore fer ye—bold as brass, slippery as eel. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ o’ that poor sod. But it’s her spark what gets me—untamed, like the sea herself. “Why’d you do it?” I’d ask, an’ she’d prob’ly say, “Why not, Jack?”

what a whore!!!!

I nearly swallowed on my pineapple juice in a city centre pub last night when a foreigner (French, I think) asked me that question. I sent him to the Rochestown Road.

I dive into my work, fingers flying over the keyboard. But then, my computer crashes. Seriously? I’m about to lose it. I mean, I’ve got deadlines, people! I’m staring at the screen like it owes me money. I take a deep breath, channel my inner zen, and restart it.

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