Olivia Gorey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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But then, I get a call. It’s the posh family. They’re freaking out because I’m late with their stove. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m panicking. I rush back to my workshop, and I’m hammering like a madman. I’m sweating, cursing, and praying all at once.

Army bomb squad called to Gorey property after gardaí find suspect device