Aria Bray Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

I read somewhere—little known fact, hold onto your hats—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda poetic, huh? Like, society’s always been dumpin’ on ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash, but they’re just out there livin’! Surviviin’! Makes me happy in a weird way—like, good for you, whore, stick it to ‘em! I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my coffee, yellin’ at nobody. My neighbor probably thinks I’m nuts. Eh, let ‘em.

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After that, I’m starving, right? So I hit up this little café on Quinsborough Road. The smell of fresh scones hits me like a freight train. I order one, and it’s like a hug in pastry form. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I just wanted a chill breakfast!”

Around the Districts: Bray