Elise Cavan Whore ❤️❤️

About Bray

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

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A ten year old lad goes into a whore house in Cavan and says to the receptionist he wants fifty cents worth thinking it's a sweet shop. ‘ A Mary will you ever greese the cats arse’ Where .

Later, I met up with my friend Yuki at The Imperial Bar. We needed a drink after that madness. I ordered a gin and tonic, and she got a whiskey. We laughed about the day, and I told her about the swan. She couldn’t stop giggling! I mean, who gets hissed at by a swan? Only me, right?

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