Sophie Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

Clontarf and After

At the battle of Clontarf she is found back in Dublin, with her son Sitric, egging him on to the defeat of Brian. “So grim,” say the Northern sagas, “had she become against King Brian after .

Y’know, I’m a bit of a goof. I see life in snippets and I might misspell a word or two (sorry, had me 12 typs here—like “breezy” as “breeezey,” “vibe” as “bybe,” and “chill” as “chilli,” haha). Doesn’t matter though, because in Clontarf, spontaneity is the way to live.

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