Sarah Drogheda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Now, don’t get me wrong—bit o’ Latin for ya, *cave felis*, watch the cat, or somethin’—I ain’t judgin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers, see, about this one tart in Soho, late ‘90s, called herself “Duchess.” Proper legend, she was—bloke once paid her in gold sovereigns, no kiddin’! Swear it’s true, heard it from me mate Dave, who’s a right nutter but honest. Made me chuckle, that—gold coins for a quick shag? Blimey, inflation’s a bugger!

Protecting a woman's sexual "honor."

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I’m fuming, right? I mean, c’mon! It’s a Tuesday! So, I grab my phone, and of course, it’s dead too. Typical. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I stumble outta my shop on West Street, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. No lights, no people, just me and my thoughts.

Drogheda and Waterford showing way to end Dublin dominance of League of Ireland