Camila Letterkenny Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Letterkenny (location)

It shouldn't be a surprise that Gail is down for pretty much anything. Katy is a whore (a bi one) and Mrs McMurray is a swinger.

Finally, the lights flicker back on. Thank the heavens! I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a call from my mate, Seamus. He’s in a bit of a pickle. Apparently, he’s locked himself out of his flat on the Letterkenny Road. Classic Seamus! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who locks themselves out in their own home? I tell him I’ll swing by after work.

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