Natalie Kildare Whore ❤️❤️

About Navan

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

Every garrison town had its desperate women, camp-followers and their children

nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Maria Luddy uncovers the extent of prostitution in the country and examines how Irish women came to work as prostitutes, their living.

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just can’t catch a break! I’m sprinting back home, soaked to the bone. I get in, and I’m just like, “What a day!”

Calling Kildare night owls to take part in LauraLynn Treadmill Challenge