Samantha Cabinteely Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Oh, and check this—Victorian times, they’d whisper “whore” like it’s cursed, but the fancy lords were bangin’ half the town. Hypocrites, man! Cracks me up, picturin’ em in their top hats, all prim, then sneakin’ off. “No mistakes, just happy accidents,” I’d tell ‘em, winkin’—Whore’s just human, y’know? Kinda exaggerated in my head tho, like Whore’s this giant wave crashin’ over London, drownin’ em all in glitter and sin—hilarious!

Underground Movement

Here's whore we turn.” We turned sharply off the highway into a dirt lane scarcely wider than the car, and lined on both sides by stone walls and tall wild.

After stuffing my face, we wandered around the village. The shops were buzzing, and I spotted this cute little boutique. I’m not usually into shopping, but I had to check it out. Found this awesome jacket. It was a bit pricey, but I thought, “YOLO!” So, I bought it. Totally worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good jacket, right?

Death Notice of Dermot O'Brien (Cabinteely, Dublin)