Sophie Cabinteely Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

I’m pissed, too—why’s this so complicated? Apps, streets, whatever—pick one! I’m rantin’ in my head, “This is bullsh*t! Gimme a manual!” Then I laugh—‘cause it’s absurd, right? Me, hirin’ a prostitue, like I’m castin’ a movie. “You’re hired! Action!” Pretty, pretty good disaster waitin’ to happen. Oh, and get this—back in the day, some gals used coded ads in papers! “French lessons”—yeah, right! I’m dyin’ over here, imaginin’ me answerin’ that. “Can ya conjugate ‘regret’?”

The Meet at Cabinteely

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?

No Haka, but Cabinteely and New Zealand throw up seven goals