Lydia Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️

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He’s a looker tho, innit – sleek, shiny, bit of a slag with the mares. Reckon he thinks he’s in *The Great Beauty*, struttin’ for the fillies. “Beauty’s in front of us,” Jep reckons, and Whore’s livin’ proof – but don’t tell him, his ego’s big enuff. Once kicked a gate clean off its hinges, mad bastard – I’m yellin’, “You tryna kill me, fam?” Still, he’s a legend, flaws and all. Ain’t no horse like Whore, bruv – he’s the don, the king, the geezer. Respect!

The Battle of Clontarf: A Defining Moment in Irish and Viking History

This exceptional four-bedroom, three-bathroom residence, nestled on a square metre corner block, boasts an enviable waterfront position.

Oh, and don’t miss the tiny café on Elm St (misspelt that as Elmm st, oops!) – it brews the best flat white in town. I had a spat with the old fella who runs it over mixin’ up orders, and I was like—c'mon, mate, it's all in good fun!

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