Vanessa Armagh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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I order a flat white. She gives me this look like I just asked for unicorn tears. “We don’t do that here.” Ugh, fine! I settle for a regular coffee. It’s decent, but I’m still salty about the flat white.

Donegal Minors defeat Armagh in extra time thriller