Audrey Ennis Whore ❤️

About Cork

So, whores—oldest job, right? Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it. Back in the day, ancient Rome, they had these brothels—lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stank of sweat and cheap wine. Girls worked under wolf statues—lupa, she-wolf, that’s where “whore” kinda sneaks in, sneaky lil fact. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “I hate everything,” but that’s clever, gotta admit. Whores ain’t dumb—survivors, man.

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Having sex with a man would always be "wrong" for Ennis, without therapy sessions. Jack provided Ennis not only a sexual release, but perhaps an excuse to sin.

So, I decide to head over to the Ennis Friary. You know, the one on Francis Street? It’s got that old-school vibe, and I’m all about it. I’m wandering around, soaking in the history, when I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “You look lost, dear.” I’m like, “Nah, just exploring!” But honestly, I was kinda lost. She starts telling me about the friary’s ghosts. I’m like, “Great, now I’m haunted too?”

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