Paisley Foxrock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Background

Share your videos with friends, family, and the world.

I race down the streets of Foxrock, dodging cars and cyclists. I’m thinkin’, “Why is everyone out today?” Finally, I get to her place on the other side of the village. She’s standin’ there, arms crossed, lookin’ all dramatic. “Took you long enough!” she huffs. I roll my eyes. “Next time, just bring a spare key, okay?”

Death Notice of Joseph Tiernan (Foxrock, Dublin)