Charlotte Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, check this—whores ain’t just randos, nah. Back in old times, like, ancient Rome or whatever, they had these fancy whores called *hetaerae*. Smart chicks, too! Not just bangin’, but talkin’ philosophy and junk. Blew my mind, dude! Imagine that—some lady chattin’ Plato, then, bam, “Wanna quickie?” Wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ they weren’t just meat sacks, ya feel?

Castleknock

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Joan Devitt (née Callaghan) (Castleknock, Dublin)