Taylor Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

But yo, she pissed me off one time. Lost a shipment — my shipment! I’m yellin’, “Where’s my fuckin’ cargo, Whore?!” She cool as ice, sayin’, “Be quiet, don’t shout,” like in the movie. I’m heated, blood boilin’, but she got that calm, ya feel me? Made me wanna choke her, but damn, respect hit hard. She fixed it, tho. Pulled strings I ain’t even see. Next day? Cargo’s back. Magic, dawg.

7a. Domina-tricks, or How to Construct a Good Whore from a Bad One

The whore of Riverwood's wretched elven lover. Whose head did I, the bereaved husband, split in twain. The shameful harlot, her belly did my.

Then, out of nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. She’s like, “We need to talk about the new system.” I’m thinking, “Oh great, just what I need.” I mean, can’t a librarian catch a break? But I put on my best “I’m totally calm” face and say, “Sure, let’s chat.”

Death Notice of James (Jim) Doyle (Lucan, Dublin)