Anna Carrick On Suir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

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This is an account of a trip down the River Suir from Carrick-on-Suir to Waterford, aboard the ex-Grand Canal bye-trader 31B Williams and Woods.

So, we decide to hit up the local pub, The Carraig, for some grub and maybe a pint. I’m starving, and I need to vent about the power outage. We get there, and it’s packed. Everyone’s talking about the same thing—some big event happening later. I’m like, “What event?” Turns out, there’s a gaming tournament at the community center.

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