Ruby Cabinteely Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, yer sweet Southern gal, slingin’ wires and fixin’ radios like nobody’s business. Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout this thing called “whore”—ain’t that a hoot? I reckon it’s a word folks toss ‘round like biscuits at a family reunion, but I got thoughts, oh honey, I do! Been twistin’ knobs and tunin’ dials all day, and it got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, love, and all them messy bits—kinda like my favorite flick, *Yi Yi: A One and a Two*. That movie, lordy, it’s quiet but loud in yer heart, ya know?

Clondalkin

It was not an arduous journey: Cabinteely is a small village some eight miles out of Dublin, and over such a distance and on such a day one could have cycled, even walked, with pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I said my goodbyes and headed home. I was exhausted but happy. Cabinteely had thrown me a rollercoaster of a day. From coffee disasters to foxes and life stories, it was a lot. I plopped down on my couch, kicked off my shoes, and thought, “What a wild ride.”

Cyclist (20s) seriously injured in crash between e-bike and car in south Dublin