Gabriella Enniscorthy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

The ‘Battle of Enniscorthy’, July 1922

Enniscorthy is an old town, proud of its past and history and looking forward to an inspiring future. The origins of the town go back to AD, when St. Senan from County Clare founded a .

So, I’m headin’ down to the River Slaney, just chillin’, when I spot this group of kids playin’ football. They’re kickin’ it around like they’re in the World Cup or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I had that energy.” But then, outta nowhere, one of ‘em kicks the ball straight into the river! I’m talkin’ splash zone, folks. The look on their faces? Priceless! I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my coffee.

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