Emily Roscommon Whore ❤️

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So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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The court heard Lukasz Bykowski first met the woman when she was working as a shop assistant in Boots pharmacy in Navan in

So, I roll into town, right? First stop, Main Street. It’s buzzing! Like, who knew Roscommon could be this lively? I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little café, The Coffee House. I swear, the barista was movin’ like a sloth on a lazy day. I’m like, “C’mon, I need my caffeine fix!” Finally, I get my cup, and it’s like liquid gold. Best coffee ever!

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