Megan Terenure Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, straight up, the word "whore" got me wildin’! Hits me like a bomb in *The Hurt Locker*—BOOM, "You’re in the kill zone, baby!" I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a vibe, chaotic as hell, like me, Eric Andre, spillin’ absurd tea all over. You ever see a whore workin’ it, struttin’ like they own the street? Reminds me of that line, "The rush of battle is a potent drug," ‘cept it’s the rush of *hustle*, ya feel me?

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

A scandal that happened when I was in Secondary school that people seemingly didnt talk about at all was that there was a girl whos stepdad was taking nude to.

First stop? The coffee shop on the corner of Terenure Road. You know the one, right? The one with the weirdly named lattes. I ordered a “Caramel Unicorn” or whatever. Tasted like sugar and dreams. But hey, I needed that caffeine fix. I was still half-asleep, and the barista? She was all smiles. I mean, who wakes up that happy? I was jealous, honestly.

Death Notice of John J.J. O'DWYER (Terenure, Dublin)