Emilia Blessington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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Sep 30,  · (The bed-and-breakfast accommodation I'd been housed in a year before had been on Blessington Street. I had been fourteen years old at the time.) He said, 'I couldn't believe my luck' at having.

As we’re walking, I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar and singing some classic tunes. I can’t help but stop and listen. He’s actually really good! I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a nod. It’s those little moments that make you feel good, ya know?

Wicklow champions crowned at Blessington’s Scór spectacular