Mari Drogheda Whore ❤️

About Cork

Hmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—kinda like how folks judge a whore quick, yeah? Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” again last night—damn, that movie hits! Llewyn’s a mess, but soulful, y’know? Reminds me of this whore I heard ‘bout—old tale, 1800s, New Orleans. Called her Ruby Red, real firecracker! Worked the docks, made bank, but—get this—secretly funded an orphanage. Wild, right?

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Plunkett became head of her own household when she started her first brothel with a friend, Sally Hayes, in Drogheda Street in Dublin. Plunkett was.

So, I head back to my shop, and guess what? The power’s back on! I’m like, “Hallelujah!” I rush in, and the dough’s just sitting there, waiting for me. I start kneading like a madman. I’m in my zone, right? Then, outta nowhere, my mate Sean bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon.

Sligo Rovers rally from two goals down to earn point against Drogheda