Zoe Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

What gets me happy? Her guts, man. She don’t care what nobody thinks—lives free, screws who she wants, when she wants. Surprised me how she’s still kickin’—thought the wolves’d get her by now. Nope! She’s out there, probs bangin’ a bear as we speak—exaggeratin’? Maybe, but with Whore, who knows? Great Scott, she’s somethin’ else!

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

After that, I’m back on my chair, trying to catch a breather. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of snacks. Chips everywhere! I’m talking about a full-on snack massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who even does that? But then I see the vendor, Mr. O’Reilly, looking like he’s about to lose it. Poor guy. He’s been selling snacks on Ratoath’s Main Street for years. I help him clean up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mate. You’re a lifesaver!” I’m like, “Nah, just a snack saver.”

Ratoath residential site with scope for 57 apartments