Amelia Carrickfergus Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

So, whores—whore specifically, let’s say—she’s out there, hustlin’. I picture her like that soldier in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. “The beast hides in the dark,” right? That’s her! Dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ creeps, dodgin’—me, probably, if I stared too long. Ha! I’d be all, “Ehhh, sorry, lady, didn’t mean to gawk!” Neurotic mess, that’s me. But she’s cool—whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Little known fact—back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs. Blonde! To stand out! Imagine that—whore rockin’ a wig, laughin’ at senators. Hilarious, right? Pretty, pretty good hustle.

Naughty Language in Tudor England by Carol McGrath #Tudor #Love #Language

First off, I’m stationed at the Carrickfergus Castle, which is a total gem. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna work next to a 12th-century fortress? But lemme tell ya, tourists can be a handful. They come in droves, snapping pics like they’re at a bloody rock concert. “Hey, mate, can you take our photo?” Sure, I’m an elevator operator, not a photographer, but whatever. I’m all about the customer service, right?

Carrickfergus 'dog fouling' attack left man with bone sticking out and blood pouring from face