Sarah Portstewart Brothel ❤️

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This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that fire, like Collé in the movie!” I roll up, all chill, like, “Hey, doll, you good?” She smirks, tosses her hair, says, “What’s it to ya, bunny?” I’m crackin’ up—bunny! Me! Bugs freakin’ Bunny! I’m like, “Eh, just checkin’, doc, don’t bite!”

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper rain. I’m sprinting back to my car, chips flying everywhere. I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is just classic Portstewart.” I hop in the car, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s get outta here.”

Portrush RNLI launched to reports of a person in the water at Portstewart.