Zoey Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Dunno, mate, somethin’ bout whores just… clicks. They’re real, yeah? No fake smiles, no “let’s circle back.” Makes me wanna bin the 9-to-5 and—nah, scratch that, I’d be rubbish at it. Too clumsy, I’d trip over me own trousers! Still, respect, innit? Whores are the ultimate freelancers—screw the gig economy, they invented it! “You’re all alone,” *Leviathan* says. They know it, mate. They bloody live it.

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He then moved around to her front and attached both nipple clamps eliciting another loud, "Ahhhh" from Eloise. "Now ride it, my little slut," Lucan ordered as.

I get to the café, and it’s packed. Everyone’s buzzing about the fire alarm. I’m like, “Guys, it was nothing!” But they’re all hyped up, sharing their own wild stories. I grab a coffee—thank God for caffeine—and join in. We’re talking about everything from the best spots in Lucan to grab a pint to the weirdest books we’ve ever read.

Death Notice of Veronica (Veron) Dobbs (née Collins) (Lucan, Dublin)