Maeve Fermoy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

Whores Fermoy

By the end of the day, I was exhausted but happy. Fermoy had thrown me a curveball, but I rolled with it. I mean, it’s a small town, but it’s got character. And even on a crazy day, it’s home.

Christmas lights in Fermoy to be switched on this Saturday