Ava Glanmire Whore ❤️

About Navan

But here’s the rub—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re the shadow of every pompous git who “drains the land” like Plainview, takin’ what they want, leavin’ scraps. Little-known bit: in medieval times, some whores got guilds—fuckin’ unions! Organised as hell, dodgin’ taxes, outsmartin’ the law. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em struttin’ past the church, winkin’ at the vicar. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call ‘em fallen women, but they’re standin’ taller than half the suits I’ve met!

Prostitutes Glanmire

So, I’m hustling, and I pass by the Glanmire River. It’s usually so peaceful, but today? It was like a scene from a horror flick. The water was all murky and angry. I swear I saw a fish jump out, like it was trying to escape. I laughed, but then I thought, “What if it’s a sign?” Like, what if the fish are plotting against us?

Death Notice of Helen McCarthy (née Hourigan) (Glanmire, Cork)