Grace Gorey Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Say hello to my little friend! Dis word, "whore," man, it’s a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like, who even came up wit it? Old English, "hore," some dusty ass term for a chick sellin’ her goods. Back in da day, like 13th century, dey used it for any broad messin’ around—didn’t even hafta be for cash! Dat’s wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how dese prudes prolly whispered it, all shocked, clutchin’ pearls. Now? It’s everywhere—movies, streets, even my damn phone autocorrects to it!

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First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

Gorey: Bomb squad on the way to Wexford after suspected explosive device found in housing estate