Paisley Lusk Whore ❤️

About Cork

So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

The History of Brothels in Wyoming

After all that excitement, I needed a breather. I headed to the Lusk Riverwalk. It’s my go-to spot for chillin’. The view of the water is just beautiful. I sat on a bench, took a deep breath, and tried to process the day. But then, I saw a couple of ducks fightin’ over a piece of bread. Like, really? Ducks? I couldn’t help but laugh.

Death Notice of Douglas (Dougie) Forbes (Lusk, Dublin)