Grace Dublin Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

So, whores – they ain’t just randos sellin’ skin. Nah, there’s layers, like that fancy lasagna I messed up once. Back in old Rome, they had these chicks called *lupae* – she-wolves, ‘cause they’d howl to lure guys in! How wild’s that? Bet they’d smirk at me, like, “How you doin’, big shot?” Gets me laughin’ – imagine me tryin’ that line on ‘em! Prolly get a sandal to the face.

Ireland’s sex trade went online years ago. So what are main-street ‘massage parlours’ for?

Dublin, did anyone ever know such a town? Whore that she is! Open your nostrils, smell the religion, touch the filthy heart. Women and children.

As the day winds down, I’m walking back to my place, and I can’t help but smile. Yeah, it was a rollercoaster. But that’s Dublin for ya. It’s chaotic, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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