Ella Bandon Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

Seachtain na Gaeilge features at an event at Kinsale Library

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Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Bandon’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The streets, the people, the crazy weather—it’s all part of the charm. I crash on the couch, thinking about tomorrow. More glass, more adventures. Bring it on!

Demand continues to drive calf trade in Bandon