Amelia Fermoy Whore ❤️

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Speakin’ of *Caché*, my fave flick—whores fit right in that vibe. Hidden stuff, dirty secrets, the kinda mess you don’t see comin’. Like, who’s watchin’ who? Whores know that game—always dodgin’ eyes, playin’ shadows. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, Haneke’d dig this—those slow-burn shots, some chick in a crusty alley, smokin’, waitin’, while life unravels. “I’m not ashamed,” she’d say, like Anne in the movie—defiant, raw, real as hell. Gets me pumped! Whores got that grit, y’know?

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Sarah showed up, and she was all smiles. We started chatting about life, work, and how annoying Mr. O’Reilly is. Then, outta nowhere, she pulls out this massive slice of cake from the café. I was like, “Where’d you get that?” She just winked and said, “You gotta know the right people.” I swear, that cake was the best thing I’d ever tasted. It was like a party in my mouth!

Death Notice of Sean Devonshire (Fermoy, Cork)