Layla Cork Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

Little known fact: In Rome, whore had rankin’ systems, fancy to low-key. Wild, right? Like, “platinum level” back then! Happy to learn that, history’s nuts. But damn, the stigma, it lingers, like Far From Heaven’s “we mustn’t speak of it” vibe. Whore’s just people, bro, surviving. That movie’s line, “We must preserve appearances,” fits whore so hard—it’s all about facades, man.

Cork Escort

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.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Cork, and I swear, the weather was as moody as my ex. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Irish, right? Anyway, I had a ton of work to do, but I figured I’d grab a coffee first. So, I strolled down Oliver Plunkett Street, dodging tourists like I was in a video game.

Man who drowned in Cork to be laid to rest tomorrow