Zara Nenagh Bridge Whore ❤️

About Bray

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

Concern over prostitution in roscrea and nenagh

Anyway, I kept walking down Bridge Street, and that’s when I saw it. The pop-up market! OMG, I love those. Fresh produce, homemade jams, and all that good stuff. I grabbed some strawberries and a jar of that spicy chili jam. Sounds weird, but trust me, it’s fire. I was chatting with the vendors, and they were all super friendly. One lady even gave me a free sample of her homemade bread. I was like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

Any UK contribution to Casement Park would not bridge funding gap – Benn