Allison Mount Merrion Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

Current Position

I'm an absoluuuuuute whore for a good lemon posset www.facebook.com to Book, walk-ins welcomed Drinks all day until late Lunch / Dinner from · May.

We’re munching on sandwiches, and I’m telling them about my day. They’re cracking up at the kid with the spade and the dog in the sweater. It’s all good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about the soil samples.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m on a picnic!” But he doesn’t care.

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