Natalie Drogheda Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

Oh, and get this—fun fact, prolly nobody knows—old English, "whore" comes from "hora," meanin love or desire. Ain’t that some poetic shit? Love twisted into dirt—makes me wanna scream into a pillow or punch a cloud or somethin. Society’s so fake, man, judgin everybody. Like, who gives a fuck? Live your truth! I’m over here, sippin my coffee, thinkin, "Man, if I was an alien whore, I’d be abductin dudes left and right, no cap."

Località nei dintorni

I decide to head to the nearest café, maybe grab a coffee. I’m walking down Peter Street, and I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to fix his car. Poor guy’s got more tools than sense. I stop to help, but he’s like, “Nah, I got it.” I’m thinking, “You sure, mate? That thing looks like it’s been through the wars.”

Firearm and ammunition discovered in Drogheda raid