Esme Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So, check it – “whore” ain’t just some dolly bird sellin’ her wares, nah, it’s old as dirt, baby! Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ filthy chick or somethin’ randy. Blew my mind, that did! Imagine some medieval geezer goin’, “Oi, you hore, gimme a tumble!” Wild, yeah? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ whore’s been shakin’ it since knights were groovin’. Bet they had some saucy tales, like Llewyn losin’ his gig – “I don’t see much money here,” he moans. Whore’s prob like, “Yeah, mate, tips are rubbish tonight!”

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

First off, I’m stationed at the main pool on Main Street. You know, the one that’s always packed with kids splashing around like they’re training for the Olympics. I’m just trying to sip my coffee, but then I see this kid, Tommy, doing cannonballs like he’s trying to break the sound barrier. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna drown someone!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Classic Tommy.

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