Emma Castlebar Whore ❤️

About Limerick

She’s a hustler, mate—not the prissy kind, but the real deal. Sells her charm, her laugh, her sneaky lil glances. Got me thinking—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody artists! Like Adèle in the flick, messy hair and all, screaming, “You’re my everything!”—that’s her soul, raw and loud. I reckon she’s been around since forever—little known fact, right? Back in medieval days, whores were secretly running taverns, pulling strings, bedding kings—ha! Bet you didn’t know that, you dimwits!

Nobody is coming soon

Facts The claimant gave evidence that the respondent intimidated her and assaulted her both physically and verbally on numerous occasions.

I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find—definitely not my best look. Stumbled outta my flat on Castle Street, and the first thing I see? Rain. Typical Irish morning, right? I mean, come on, Castlebar! Can’t a guy catch a break?

Two injured in gas explosion at Castlebar restaurant