Emma Cork Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

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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.

As I’m munching away, I spot a group of lads playing hurling in the square. They’re going all out! I can’t help but cheer. “Go on, lads!” I shout. They look over and laugh. I’m just a random person, but I’m all in. Cork spirit, right?

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