Sarah Wicklow Whore ❤️❤️

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Whores ain’t all doom ‘n gloom, nah. Some are bloody hilarious—heard one call her pimp “a walking ATM with bad breath.” Laughed my ass off! Still, shit gets dark—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they see stuff we don’t. Violence, desperation, the underbelly. *Far From Heaven* hides it in pastel dresses; whores wear it loud. “I can’t go on like this,” Cathy cries—whores don’t get that luxury, they grind.

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Three tries in the last 10 minutes capped off another victory for Wicklow who beat a determined Cooke outfit in the Energia All Ireland.

Finally, he rolls in, looking like he just woke up from a nap. I’m like, “Dude, you’re driving a car, not a couch!” We hop in the car, and I’m trying to keep it chill. But then, he starts freaking out over the roundabout on Church Hill. I mean, it’s just a circle, right? But to him, it’s like a scene from a horror movie. “What do I do?!” he yells. I’m like, “Just go! It’s not a black hole!”

Death Notice of Esther O'Brien (née Devlin) (Bray, Wicklow)