Vanessa Dundalk Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’, “How she survive this long?” She’s scrappy, yo. Dodges drama like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. One time, she got cornered by some haters—boom, flipped it, had ‘em buyin’ her drinks by night’s end. I was shook, fam! Like, “Whore, you a wizard or what?” She just smirked, said, “Started from the bottom, still here.” I respect it, but it grinds my gears—she too slick for her own good.

Oliver O’Grady

we say hoor though as in whore but like your a cute hooor, i spose Dundalk slang, Makes more sense then other ones I think. Well.

Finally, I get back to the museum, and guess what? The documents magically appear! I’m like, “Where were you hiding?” Turns out, they were in the wrong box. Classic. I’m relieved but also annoyed. I could’ve saved myself a whole lotta stress if someone had just checked the right box first!

Remembering two lost river pilots in Old Dundalk Society talk