Leah Templeogue Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Galway

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Templeogue House

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit defeated. I head over to the Templeogue Village. It’s got this nice vibe, with shops and cafes. I see a bakery, and my stomach growls. I can’t resist. I grab a pastry, and it’s heavenly! Like, where have you been all my life?

Death Notice of Liam Carroll (Templeogue, Dublin)