Rebecca Carrigaline Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Galway

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Manic laughter rips through me! This ain’t no fancy gig, nah. Whore’s been around forever, right? Oldest job in the book, they say. Back in Russia, All-Russian classifier stuff—whore ain’t listed, ha! No tariff for that, nope. Makes me mad, tho—why not? They work hard, damn it! Harder than some desk jockeys, heh.

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Hot dogs over here (some latin american country) come with cheese, crispy potato chips, onion, mustard+mayo+ketchup and boiled quail eggs.

First off, I’m trying to get my coffee fix at the local café on Main Street. You know, the one with the weird name—“Bean There, Done That.” I swear, the barista was having a rough morning. She spilled milk everywhere. Like, everywhere! I’m standing there, waiting for my flat white, and I’m like, “Is this a coffee shop or a dairy farm?”

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