Emilia Letterkenny Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Give Your Balls a Tug

By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Letterkenny’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the potholes and the scone drama, it’s the little moments that make it all worth it.

Saturday will be mostly dry in Donegal with spells of sunshine