Ruby Carrickfergus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

Things to do around Carrickfergus

She married Andrew Jackson Sr. on February 7, in the fishing village of Carrickfergus, where Belfast harbor meets the Irish Sea. Two weeks.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Carrickfergus is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety harness. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s shining, the seagulls are squawking like they own the place, and I’m just tryin’ to get my head in the game.

Watch: Carrickfergus cheers for Boston Merrimack College Band as they parade through town