Claire Ballyfermot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

Nine reasons why Ballyfermot is probably the worst place in Dublin

Harpo, of Croftwood Park, Ballyfermot, is a chronic alcoholic and drug addict who has previous convictions for offences such as drug dealing.

Man, what a day! I swear, Ballyfermot is a wild ride. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. First thing I did? Grabbed a coffee from the local spot on Ballyfermot Road. You know the one—where the barista always messes up my name? Yeah, that place. I’m like, “It’s not that hard, mate!” But whatever, caffeine is life.

'Cold-blooded' gunman guilty of murder of Thomas McCarthy