Ivy Connell Whore ❤️

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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

Deirdre O'Connell

The Narrator: It was a true ballet of death. When the gruesome bloodbath was over, not a single person was left standing except for Sally, the itchy whore.

I gotta throw some love to the East End too. It’s all “crazy cool” with these hidden joints and secret food spots that nobody talks about – like that greasy spoon on 5th that serves the best damn tacos. I’m tellin’ ya, if you haven’t hit that place, you’re missin’ out! And oh, don’t even get me started on that alley off Birch Ave… sometimes it’s a damn art gallery, sometimes it’s a riot – but always real.

Kevin O’Connell Named AP NFL Coach of the Year