Sophie Armagh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

Jail for man who called his wife a ‘tart’ and a ‘whore’ then punched her in the face

So, I’m wanderin’ down the streets, and I hit Thomas Street. It’s packed! People everywhere, like ants at a picnic. I’m tryin’ to blend in, but I stick out like a sore thumb. My forest gear? Not exactly city chic. I get a few weird looks. Whatever, I’m here for a reason.

The two Armagh and Donegal players primed to help define the outcome of the Ulster final