Emilia Carlow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Sometimes I’m shook, tho. People judge her, call her trashy—makes me wanna scream! She’s out here living, unbothered, like me with my SKIMS. Total boss move. Oh, and fun fact: in old France, whores wore red shoes to flex—red bottoms before Louboutins, ha! I’m gagging, so chic! “Everything’s a shadow,” the movie says, and whore’s that shadow you can’t unsee—sneaky, sexy, savage.

Irish Slang

Finally, I head to the workshop on the outskirts of town. It’s on the old industrial estate, you know, where all the magic happens. I’m working on this massive lathe, and it’s a beast. I’m talking serious machinery here. But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, covered in grease, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

Death Notice of Joe BOLGER (Graiguecullen, Carlow)