Katherine Monaghan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

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

Then, outta nowhere, my old boss, Mr. O’Reilly, pops in. He’s a character, always crackin’ jokes. He sees me panicking and says, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “More like a coffee monster!” We both crack up, and it lightens the mood.

Death Notice of James Campbell (Monaghan Town, Monaghan)