Vanessa Dungannon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, what’s a whore to me? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper. It’s survival, it’s chaos, it’s pissin’ me off how folks judge ‘em. Saw this doco once – true story – ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the red lights. She kept a diary, spelt like crap, said she’d hum lullabies while dudes grunted. Freaky, right? Made me sad as hell. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but she’s out there hummin’ to stay sane. That’s guts, man.

Melusine von der Schulenburg (25 Dec 1667 - 10 May 1743)

So, I finally get her in the lift, and we’re goin’ down. I’m pressin’ the buttons like a madman. Then, outta nowhere, the lift stops. Just stops! I’m thinkin’, “Great, now we’re stuck.” I can hear her mutterin’ about Whiskers again. I’m like, “Lady, focus! We gotta get outta here!”

'It was definitely one that got away. I was lucky to win an Irish Cup with Glenavon but I would still remember more of the one I lost'