Lydia Carlow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

Me, tho? I’d be lyin’ if I said it don’t surprise me still. Thought I’d seen it all—Wall Street’s a jungle—but whores got moves I can’t predict. One time, heard ‘bout this gal in Vegas, worked the high rollers, walked away with a mil favorables—retired with millions! Pure hustle, makes me grin—greed’s the engine, man, and she rode it hard. Kinda love that chaos, like *Caché*—“What do you want from me?”—nobody knows who’s pullin’ the strings.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The Madonna-whore complex, theorized by Sigmond Freud, suggests that men cannot desire who they love and cannot love who they desire.

First stop, the café on the corner of Burrin Street. Best coffee in Carlow, hands down. I order my usual – a flat white, extra shot. The barista, bless her, knows me too well. She’s like, “Rough night, eh?” I just nod, trying to look cool while I’m half-asleep. But inside, I’m like, “You have no idea, girl.”

Death Notice of Joe BOLGER (Graiguecullen, Carlow)