Ada Limerick Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Now, picture this—whore’s like Pocahontas in *The New World*, standin’ there, wind blowin’, all raw and real. “Love, shall we deny it when it visits us?” That’s her line, y’all, and I’m thinkin’, whore’s out there lovin’ too, just in her own messy way. Maybe she’s chasin’ somethin’—money, freedom, a damn heartbeat. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? Runnin’ yourself ragged, legs tired, soul all tore up? I wanna shake her and hug her at the same damn time.

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The was an old whore from Azores. Whose cunt was all covered in sores. The dogs of the street. Wouldn't eat the green meat. That hung in festoons from her.

I’m tellin’ ya, Limerick (us) is a place where weary souls come to mend and find bizarre comfort in the crackles of everyday life. Every street corner hides a story, every park bench a secret, and every river flow a whisper of history. So grab your boots, your smile, and maybe a quirky spirit, and come on down. It's messy, it's raw, it's beautiful—like hey, as Margaret would say, "it’s all happening all at once."

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