Sarah Carrick On Suir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Whore’s life ain’t all giggles, tho. Gets beat sometimes, fucks her up bad. Makes me ragey, Clarice, seein her bruised. But she’s tough, shrugs it off—“just business.” Total badass, my kinda gal. “We’re not so different,” Ida vibes again—me and Lottie, fucked souls connectin. Wanna eat her liver? Nah, too much respect, heh. She’s my fave mess—chaotic, real, unpolished. Whore with a heart, Clarice, that’s her.

Carrick-on-Suir, Tipperary

So, I woke up, right? Sun shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I hit up the local café on Main Street for my usual coffee fix. You know, the one with the weird name—Café de la Crème or something. I swear, they put magic in their lattes. But then, boom! My phone buzzes.

Two more sculptures to join striking new art works in Carrick-on-Suir's Castle Park