Ava Carlow Whore ❤️

About Swords

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Carlow Discreet Hookups

Carlow (/ ˈkɑːrloʊ / KAR-loh; Irish: Ceatharlach [ˈcahəɾˠl̪ˠəx]) is the county town of County Carlow, in the south-east of Ireland, 84 km (52 mi) from Dublin. At the census, it had a population .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my flat on Tullow Street, right? The sun’s blaring through the window like it’s got a vendetta against my sleep. I’m a machinist, not a morning person, ya know? Anyway, I drag myself outta bed, throw on my work gear, and head out.

Death Notice of Dermot O'DRISCOLL (Carlow Town, Carlow)