Mila Duntocher Whore ❤️

About Leeds

She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

Open House Scotland

Father Moloney, Duntocher’s parish priest for three years, made financial appeals ‘back home’ to build a church. A native of Limerick, he travelled to Cork in looking for funds to build a .

Man, what a day! Duntocher, you’ve done it again. I swear, I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another boring Tuesday. But nah, Duntocher had other plans.

Duntocher tyre fitter ordered to remove ugly shipping containers