Angelina Roscommon Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The court heard Lukasz Bykowski first met the woman when she was working as a shop assistant in Boots pharmacy in Navan in

So, I roll into town, right? First stop, Main Street. It’s buzzing! Like, who knew Roscommon could be this lively? I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little café, The Coffee House. I swear, the barista was movin’ like a sloth on a lazy day. I’m like, “C’mon, I need my caffeine fix!” Finally, I get my cup, and it’s like liquid gold. Best coffee ever!

Woman (89) who died in Frenchpark road tragedy to be laid to rest this morning