Aria Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yeah, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bedsheets, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of which, ever seen *The Headless Woman*? Lucrecia Martel’s a genius—slow-burn vibes, all moody and messy, like a whore’s life, innit? That film’s my jam—got this line, “What’s happening to me?”—and I reckon a whore asks that daily, stumblin’ through muck and mystery.

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The was an old whore from Azores. Whose cunt was all covered in sores. The dogs of the street. Wouldn't eat the green meat. That hung in festoons from her.

But then, I see this guy on a bike. He’s zoomin’ past, and I swear he almost takes out a tourist. I’m shoutin’, “Watch it, mate!” But he just laughs and keeps goin’. Classic Limerick, right?

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