Emma Tralee Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Thing is, findin’ a prossie ain’t just point and pay. Nah, there’s an art to it—gotta read the room, dodge the coppers, and not end up with some dodgy tart who’ll nick your wallet. Got me ragin’ once—this one chick, swear she looked like a Bond girl, turns out she’s a bloody pickpocket! Left me skint, fumin’, yellin’ “You can’t do this to me!” like Jack screamin’ at the mountain.

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Then I hit up the Tralee Bay Wetlands. It’s a beautiful spot, but I was feelin’ a bit off. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m tryin’ to enjoy nature, and there’s this group of tourists blabbin’ away. They’re all like, “Oh, look at the birds!” But they’re so loud, I can’t even hear the birds! I’m like, “Shhh, you’re scaring them away!” But they just kept yappin’. Ugh.

Tralee Prepares For The Colour And Noise Of The St Patrick’s Day Parade