Rebecca Gorey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, this whore – not judgin, just sayin – she’s got guts. Reminds me’a “Son of Saul,” that flick I loooove – grim as hell, but real. She’s out there in the camps of life, dodgin chaos, like Saul tryna survive. “In the dark, we’re all blind,” he’d say – and she’s blind to the haters, honey! She’s got that hustle, that fire – makes me wanna cheer, chop chop!

Gore Whore

But then, I get a call. It’s the posh family. They’re freaking out because I’m late with their stove. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m panicking. I rush back to my workshop, and I’m hammering like a madman. I’m sweating, cursing, and praying all at once.

Death Notice of Donal Molloy (Gorey, Wexford)