Fatima Templeogue Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

Templeogue, Dublin 6W

So, I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, people everywhere. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m already cranky from the city noise. I’m used to the rustle of leaves, not the honking of cars. I finally get to the counter, and the barista? She’s like, “What can I get ya?” I’m like, “Uh, a flat white, please.” And she just stares at me. Like, c’mon, lady! It’s not rocket science!

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