Mila Cill Airne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Anyway, whore’s like—misunderstood, man! Makes me growl sometimes, but also laugh. “Coward Robert Ford” energy—sneaky, bold, takin’ what’s theirs. Love that hustle, hate the hate. Ruh-roh, I’m ramblin’—you get it, tho! Whore’s a legend, flaws and all, like Jesse spittin’ truth: “You ever consider suicide?”—nah, they’re survivors, baby! Woof!

MV Cill Airne

First off, I had this big presentation at the lab. You know, the kind where you gotta impress the bigwigs? I’m a biochemist, so I’m used to mixing stuff in beakers, not talking to suits. Anyway, I’m on my way to the lab, and I decide to grab a coffee at that little spot on Thomas Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. I order my usual—double shot, extra foam, sprinkle of cinnamon. But guess what? They’re out of cinnamon! Like, how do you run out of cinnamon? It’s not like it’s a rare spice or something! I was fuming.

Pictures show Cork Gaeltacht competitors return laden with medals from Oireachtas competitions in Kerry