Allison Portmarnock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

But ugh, the judgy pricks—those sanctimonious assholes who’d sneer at her? Made me wanna zap ‘em with my death ray. Whores got history, ya dig? Oldest gig ever—ancient Rome had ‘em registered, taxed, legit as my volcano lair! Still, folks act like it’s dirty. Pfft, hypocrites. I’d pay a million—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—to see ‘em squirm when she’d wink and say, “Your soul’s more lost than mine.”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Next, I head over to the Portmarnock Golf Club. I’m not a golfer, but I love the vibe. I’m just wandering around, soaking it all in. Then, I bump into this old dude who’s super into golf. He starts telling me about the history of the club, and I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanted to chill.” But hey, he’s passionate, so I let him ramble.

Death Notice of Dermot Buckley (Portmarnock, Dublin)