Avery Foxrock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Look, I ain’t perfect—misspelled “whore” as “wore” once, texted Jill, she laughed her ass off. But here’s the thing—whores got stories, man, not just sins. Like Grace, fightin’ back, blowin’ that town to hell. “It’s their own fault,” she says—damn straight. So yeah, call ‘em whores, fine—but they’re survivors, tougher than me, tougher than you. That’s the real deal, folks.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid bursts in. He’s like, “Mister, my shoe’s broken!” I look down, and it’s a total disaster. The sole’s hangin’ on by a thread. I’m thinkin’, “How do you even do that?” But I can’t be mean, so I say, “No worries, buddy. I gotcha.” I fix it up, and he’s grinnin’ like he just won the lottery. Kids, man. They’re so easily pleased.

Death Notice of Patrick May (Foxrock, Dublin)