Freya Carrigaline Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

Carrigaline, Cork

The award-winning story of the assault and what happened next is to be staged live in Cork in a world premiere, at the Everyman Theatre next summer.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, man?!” I’m soaked, and my mood is plummeting. I’m ready to unleash my inner game villain. But then, the guy’s super apologetic. He buys me a drink to make up for it. I’m like, “Okay, fine. You’re not a total jerk.”

Trespasser caught coming out of attic in Carrigaline house carrying a hacksaw jailed