Scarlett Monaghan Whore ❤️

About Cork

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Be a whore. Be a drunken whore even. But don't be a *nagging*, drunken whore." You know? "Don't come yell at me to do the dishes if you've been banging a.

So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and spills. Just another day in the life of a furrier in Monaghan. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Gráinne McElwain: Jim McGuinness is right about moments and Monaghan have enjoyed many against Donegal in the past