Isabella Hartstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

So *whore* - it’s like, society’s dirty lil secret. We’re all whores, ain’t we? Sellin’ our souls for a shiny phone, a dope fit, or some overpriced latte. Gets me mad, mate - corporations pimpin’ us out, and we’re like, “Ta, gimme more!” Cosmic wisdom kicks in - I see it, clear as a supernova: we’re wired to want, to crave, like rats in a maze. Fun fact - back in the 80s, ad blokes figured out red makes ya hungry. Now every fast food joint’s bleedin’ red - whore tactics, suckin’ us in!

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While I’m tryin’ to help him out, this lady walks by with a dog that looks like a mop. I can’t help it, I start laughin’. The dog’s just strugglin’ to keep up. She gives me the dirtiest look. I’m like, “Sorry, lady, but that’s a funny dog!”

Death Notice of Willie Reilly (Hartstown, Dublin)