Emily Passage West Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

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So, we duck into this little café on the corner of Main and Church Hill. It’s cozy, and the smell of coffee is like a warm hug. We’re sittin’ there, drippin’ wet, and I’m just happy. We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Passage-West is the best place to be. I mean, who wouldn’t love the views from the old railway bridge?

Death Notice of Mary Ellen Bluett (née Murphy) (Passage West, Cork)