Ruby Ardmore Whore ❤️

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But, ugh, what pisses me off? How folks judge whores—like, chill, man! “The man’s got a demon,” like in the movie, but it’s society pointin’ fingers. Hypocrites everywhere, sniffin’ around, actin’ pure. I’m over here, tail waggin’, thinkin’—whore’s just tryna eat, same as us! Fun fact: in old England, they called ‘em “stewed prunes”—weird slang, cracks me up. Picture that, steamin’ in a brothel, ha!

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Photo by Liam Hurley in Ardmore, Ireland.

Now, remember Main Street? Yeah, that warm, tree-lined corridor oozing vintage vibes. I swear, every time I stroll down, I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson set – meticulously arranged lampposts, neon signs flickering, and crowds that remind me, “Don't pee on my leg, boy!” – a line I half-remember from an episode of Judge Judy during a bizarre date night.

$5 million tort claim filed against Ardmore City Schools