Lauren Blackrock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Lemme tell ya somethin’—I got mad respect for her hustle. Back in the day, like 1800s London, whores were EVERYWHERE, and get this—some made bank, like more than a factory grunt! Lola’s out here, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, pal, she’s smarter than you!” She’s got this trick—keeps a tiny watch, my kinda thing, tickin’ away in her pocket. Why? ‘Cause time’s her cash, and she ain’t wastin’ it on losers. Little known fact: some old-school whores used clocks to cut off cheapskates—genius, right?

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Her father was a pirate's son, her mother was a whore. Father was a pirate's son, mama was a whore. So it's no surprise she's hanging here, not breathing.

The local shrine for me? The stunning Blackrock Park – green, wild, ick, messy beauty. I had a mad day there once; the sun was all angry, but the park was so chill. I remember thinking, “But, headless, am I?" – straight out the movie vibe, man. Ppl say it's like “The Headless Woman” moments – bewildering yet poetic, like every step tells a secret story.

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