Nora Cabinteely Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Here's whore we turn.” We turned sharply off the highway into a dirt lane scarcely wider than the car, and lined on both sides by stone walls and tall wild.

After stuffing my face, we wandered around the village. The shops were buzzing, and I spotted this cute little boutique. I’m not usually into shopping, but I had to check it out. Found this awesome jacket. It was a bit pricey, but I thought, “YOLO!” So, I bought it. Totally worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good jacket, right?

Death Notice of Elizabeth (Dot) Carr (née Berns) (Cabinteely, Dublin)