Allison Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, tho—people judgin’ ‘em while secretly scrollin’ their pics online. Hypocrites! Drives me up the wall. But then, flip side, I’m cacklin’—whores outsmartin’ everyone, livin’ free. “Why so serious?”—Winfried vibes again. They’re the real chaos agents, not me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d bet my glorious purpose they’d outwit me in a scam.

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After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

Death Notice of Marie Quirke Fairbairn (Ratoath, Meath)