Ashley Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout brothels, huh? Man, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ deep, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*, you know? “What’s goin’ on?!” – that’s me tryna figure this vibe. Brothels, dawg, they wild, fo’ shizzle. Places where folks pay for some lovin’, straight up. Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – wolf dens, ‘cause the ladies howled, ya dig? True story, blew my mind when I heard that shit.

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The was an old whore from Azores. Whose cunt was all covered in sores. The dogs of the street. Wouldn't eat the green meat. That hung in festoons from her.

Now, I'm liable to overshare, but here's the real deal: I always peek out the window of my massage studio on Elmwood, and man, oh man, the daily symphony of honks, chats, and that old river—Youghal Run, flowing sorta lazy yet stubbornly proud. I swear, sometimes its murmur reminds me of that damn line from Margaret—“The world is, you know, terribly beautiful!” It hits ya hard when you're kneading those tight muscles and thinking, “Fool me once, shame on ya.”

‘Some people are just maybe tired of them winning’ - John Kiely confident best is yet to come from hungry Limerick