Zara Cabinteely Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

So, “whore”—comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirty slag or somethin’. Little known fact, yeah? Them Anglo-Saxons didn’t mess about, just called it like they saw it—love that, no poncy nonsense. Makes me happy, that does, proper gritty honesty! But then ya get the Victorians, oh they got all prissy about it, made it this big shameful thing. Hypocrites, the lot of ‘em—angry as hell thinkin’ about their sweaty little secrets. “Whore” was probly shaggin’ half the gents in London while they wagged their fingers, ha!

Make your home in leafy Dublin 18

It was not an arduous journey: Cabinteely is a small village some eight miles out of Dublin, and over such a distance and on such a day one could have cycled, even walked, with pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I said my goodbyes and headed home. I was exhausted but happy. Cabinteely had thrown me a rollercoaster of a day. From coffee disasters to foxes and life stories, it was a lot. I plopped down on my couch, kicked off my shoes, and thought, “What a wild ride.”

A blizzard of festive fun with a snowy Santa Dash