Isabella Finglas Whore ❤️

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What gets me ragin’ tho – them owners who don’t get him. They’re all, “Oh, he’s too wild,” and I’m like, bruv, he’s a horse, not a bleedin’ poodle! Once, they tried feedin’ him cheap oats – CHEAP OATS! Whore kicked the stall so hard, I swear I heard, “This is my punishment,” echoin’ in me head, straight outta the movie. I was fumin’, told ‘em, “Treat him proper or I’ll shove them oats where the sun don’t shine!” He’s a king, not some nag, yeah?

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Finglas (/ ˈfɪŋɡləs /; Irish: Fionnghlas, meaning 'clear streamlet') [2] is a northwestern outer suburb of Dublin, Ireland. It lies close to Junction 5 of the M50 motorway, and the N2 road. Nearby .

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I’ve got a few furs ready for pick-up. I lock up the shop and head to the pub. The smell of chips hits me as soon as I walk in. I grab a pint and plop down with Dave. He’s already three pints in and tellin’ me about his latest “adventure.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re not Indiana Jones. You’re just a lad from Finglas.”

Death Notice of Mark Mossy Gray (Finglas, Dublin)