Madison Carrigaline Whore ❤️❤️

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Typing this fast, prolly 11 typos already—sue me, I’m no grammar bot. Whore’s got me thinking—society’s obsessed with it, yet pretends it’s off-air. Like, bro, we’re all broadcasting something—sex, power, shame, whatever. I’d tweak the signal, make it less judgy, more “live and let live.” Surprised me how much it’s stuck around—thought we’d evolve past it by 2025. Nope, still pinging the ether, loud and clear.

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down by the Carrigaline River. It’s pretty chill, but then I see this kid on a bike. He’s zooming down the path like he’s in the Tour de France or something. I’m thinking, “Dude, slow down!” But nah, he hits a bump and goes flying. I’m talking full-on superhero landing. I almost laughed, but then I saw his face. Oof. Poor kid.

'Every day I wait to see him walk through the door,' mum of 8-year-old killed at pedestrian crossing in Carrigaline tells court