Amelia Jobstown Whore ❤️

About Cork

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Jack Power

Explore the hidden gems of Jobstown, Ireland with our crowdsourced list of urbex spots. From abandoned buildings to secret gardens, these off-the-beaten-path locations offer a unique .

First stop? The coffee shop on Elm. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? I swear, the barista was having a meltdown. She spilled half a latte on the counter. I mean, c’mon! It’s just coffee! But hey, I got a free muffin outta it. Score!

Dunne brings more joy to Jobstown