Luna Cavan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Crazy Cavan: A Rockabilly Star In Heaven

Excellent Modern Warehouse Facilities High clearance warehouse- sqm. Modern office / showroom area- sqm. Front & rear roller door access- drive.

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a Geisha, right? And today was just... ugh, intense. Like, I woke up in my little room on Main St. in Cavan, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Death Notice of Eddie O'Reilly (Virginia, Cavan)