Emilia Castleknock Whore ❤️

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Precious fishies, my friends! Whore’s a weird one, innit? Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the whorefsh – whoops, typo – whorfish, y’know, the fish! Proper name’s “whore’s egg” catfish. Gollum’s seen ‘em, slimy buggers, in muddy rivers. They’re ugly, like “12 Years a Slave” scars – “I will survive!” they scream, thrashin’ in muck. Me, an ichy-ichthy-whatsit, loves ‘em, yeah?

Sale Agreed

So, I’m strolling down the main street, you know, the one with all the cute cafes? Yeah, that’s Blanchardstown Road. I’m just vibin’, coffee in hand, when I spot this massive crowd outside the Castleknock Hotel. Like, what’s going on? A wedding? A concert? Nope! Just a bunch of folks waiting for a bus. Classic Castleknock, right?

‘An appalling tragedy’: Tributes paid to Leinster House usher killed while cycling in Castleknock