Rebecca Tralee Whore ❤️

About Limerick

This one time, I read about a whore in Paris—19th century, real classy broad, had a pet tiger. A frickin’ TIGER. Imagine her strollin’ with that beast, all “I don’t give a crap.” Surprised the hell outta me—thought whores were just, y’know, basic. Nope, some were extra as fuck. “What do these images mean?”—another “Caché” gem. I’m yellin’ that at the tiger, like, what’s your deal, kitty? Protectin’ her? Eatin’ her clients? Hilarious, right?

Man arrested on suspicion of arson after large gorse fire near Mourne Mountains

I'm a little street trash whore crystal desperate for money like oh wait I just repeated myself I'm a bit slow anyways, that asks for ridiculous prices.

After that, I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on Castle Street. It’s called The Coffee Dock, and let me tell ya, their cappuccinos are to die for. I order one, and the barista is super chill. We start chattin’, and I’m feelin’ good again. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, askin’ if I wanna go to the pub later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

Death Notice of Marie Boyle (Tralee, Kerry)