Natalie Balally Whore ❤️

About Cork

Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

Damien Molony

It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel.

So, I’m setting up my stuff, and outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog? It’s a fluffy golden retriever, and it just jumps right into my shot! I’m like, “Dude, this is not a petting zoo!” But honestly, it was kinda cute. I snapped a pic of the chaos.

Death Notice of Desmond (Dessie) Drury (Balally, Dublin)