Everly Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! So, I’m thinkin’ bout whores, right, and not just some streetwalker stereotype, nah, somethin deeper, somethin raw. Like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a struggle, a freakin’ scream in the dark! Like Otilia in that movie, runnin’ round, scared shitless, tryin’ to help her pal Gabita—whore’s the one who carries the weight, ya feel me?

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

A Full head of hilights and then toned for this lady in Kells. 6 months since we last did it and she has lots of hair so I put lots of.

After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

Death Notice of Frank Deering (Ratoath, Meath)