Anna Ballyclare Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Ballyclare secondary was horrendous, worst years of my life whore, but I was 13 years old sleeping with two of the teachers (as I.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I mean, it was a rollercoaster, but that’s Ballyclare for ya. It’s quirky, it’s unpredictable, and it’s got a charm that keeps you coming back. I head home, and I’m just grateful for the madness.

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