Zara Bray Whore ❤️

About Drogheda

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Lil Whore’s tracks

Online messages that say: “you are a bitch, a tramp, a whore.” A nine-year campaign of online abuse. Shockingly, some of the above is what one female TD describes as “the usual”.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Makhaut, right? And today was just... wow. I woke up in Bray, that little gem of a town on the coast. You know, the one with the killer views of the Irish Sea? Yeah, that one.

First Division: Bray Wanderers in seventh heaven