Audrey Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

Ready? Here we go…

Who kept a dead whore in a cave. She smelled of shit, and was missing a tit. But just think of the money he saved.

Then, I decide to take a breather. Head over to the Milk Market. You know, that place with all the food stalls? I’m hopin’ a good scone will fix my mood. But nooo, it’s packed! Like, I’m talkin’ shoulder-to-shoulder with folks. I’m tryin’ to navigate through the crowd, and this one dude just stops in front of me. Like, c’mon man, move it! I almost lost it.

Body of woman, 70s, found after house fire in Limerick