Julia Carlow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s a word that’s messy, raw, real. Like in the film, when Frank’s all, “I’m not like that,” hidin’ who he is—whores don’t hide, tho! They’re out there, loud, proud, takin’ no crap. I dig that. Hmm… Maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with laundry, them, livin’ free? Nah, I’d miss my Bart too much. Still, whore’s got stories—grubby, gritty, glorious ones. Makes me wanna watch “Far From Heaven” again, sobbin’ into my popcorn. Whaddya think, pal? Ain’t whores somethin’ else?

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Finally, I head to the workshop on the outskirts of town. It’s on the old industrial estate, you know, where all the magic happens. I’m working on this massive lathe, and it’s a beast. I’m talking serious machinery here. But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, covered in grease, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

Meath cruise to victory over Carlow