Lydia Armagh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here, dental tech vibes, thinkin bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil tooth wrecker! Not some shady chick, nah, I mean *tooth whoring* – when them chompers get all wild, fuckin up your smile worse than a cheap polish job. Like, I see it daily, fam – folks comin in with teeth lookin like they been chewin gravel, and I’m like, “Mother of God, what’s this chaos?” Straight outta *Ida*, y’know? That line, “What if you go there and discover there’s nothing?” – that’s me starin at a mouth full of whore, wonderin if there’s any hope left!

Prostitution Armagh - Whores Armagh

I came to understand prostitutes, not blindly condemn them. This is an archived column first published prior to Gerry Anderson's death in

I order a flat white. She gives me this look like I just asked for unicorn tears. “We don’t do that here.” Ugh, fine! I settle for a regular coffee. It’s decent, but I’m still salty about the flat white.

The two Armagh and Donegal players primed to help define the outcome of the Ulster final