Leah Ennis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

So, I’m trampin’ along, right, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the woods. Then – whoosh – whore jumps out! Spikes everywhere, like it’s laughin’ at me. “Gotcha, ya daft sod!” it says, silent-like. I yank me leg free, hoppin’, cursin’ – bloody hell! Made me mad, that did, proper fumin’. Little known fact, mate – them whores, they’re called brambles, yeah? Been around forever, ruinin’ folks’ days since medieval times. Knights probs got stuck too, clankin’ in armor – ha!

The Weekend That Was

Having sex with a man would always be "wrong" for Ennis, without therapy sessions. Jack provided Ennis not only a sexual release, but perhaps an excuse to sin.

So, I decide to head over to the Ennis Friary. You know, the one on Francis Street? It’s got that old-school vibe, and I’m all about it. I’m wandering around, soaking in the history, when I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “You look lost, dear.” I’m like, “Nah, just exploring!” But honestly, I was kinda lost. She starts telling me about the friary’s ghosts. I’m like, “Great, now I’m haunted too?”

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