Isabelle Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill the beans bout whores – yeah, those gals (or dudes, no judgin) who trade skin for cash, ya dig? I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I see shit others don’t, like the ghosts of horny bastards floatin round em! So, whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Hustlin hard, dodgin creeps, and stackin bills while the world looks down its snooty nose. Kinda like Eilis in *Brooklyn* – “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but she kept pushin, didn’t she? Whores do that too, fightin that ache inside.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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.

Then, outta nowhere, this lady runs up to me. She’s all frantic, waving her arms like she’s trying to take off. Turns out, her kid, little Sarah, is stuck in the kiddie pool slide. I’m like, “How do you even get stuck in a slide?” But I sprint over, and there she is, just sitting there, looking confused. I mean, come on, it’s a slide, not a black hole! I help her out, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “See? No biggie!” But the mom? She’s crying like she just won the lottery. Ratoath moms, man. They’re intense.

RATOATH ‘Dun’ and Dusted