Jasmine Dundrum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—whore’s a freakin’ wild one in my dental tech world. Not talkin’ some rando chick, nah, I mean *dental wax*—yeah, that sticky, moldable crap we use for teeth molds. I’m a dental tech by day, Beetlejuice by chaos, and this wax? It’s my freaky lil’ obsession. Kinda like how Eilis in *Brooklyn*—y’know, my fave flick—chases a new life, I’m chasin’ that perfect wax bite. “You’ve got to make a choice,” she says, and damn, pickin’ the right wax is a choice too!

Fresh local ingredients with a seasonal menu

Just a few miles away is Dundrum House, with a bloodied and chequered past, that remains very much in the present – the veil lifted and the ghostly remains of curses, insanity and haunting .

After that session, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to take a walk around the park. The air is fresh, and I’m trying to clear my head. But then, I see this group of kids playing football on the grass. They’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile. It’s those little moments, ya know? But then, one of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m like, “Oh no, not the bush!”

How the transfer of dozens of families to rural Tipperary went wrong at every turn