Isabella Harristown Whore ❤️

About Sydney

So *whore* - it’s like, society’s dirty lil secret. We’re all whores, ain’t we? Sellin’ our souls for a shiny phone, a dope fit, or some overpriced latte. Gets me mad, mate - corporations pimpin’ us out, and we’re like, “Ta, gimme more!” Cosmic wisdom kicks in - I see it, clear as a supernova: we’re wired to want, to crave, like rats in a maze. Fun fact - back in the 80s, ad blokes figured out red makes ya hungry. Now every fast food joint’s bleedin’ red - whore tactics, suckin’ us in!

Harristown Townland, Co. Dublin

Summary: In , a divorced Catholic couple's life is turned upside down when one of their two adolescent daughters is suspected of her younger.

You gotta check out Eastwood Crescent. That street is a hidden gem—quaint little cafes, artsy murals, and secret spots where old-timers gather. I'm telling ya, its vibe makes me giddy, and sometimes, I even let my guard down. Of course, there’s the infamous little bookstore on 3rd Street—my personal therapy haven. I've spilled more tears in there than I care to count.

Serious traffic crash, Harristown