Victoria Letterkenny Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

Give Your Balls a Tug

Finally, the lights flicker back on. Thank the heavens! I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a call from my mate, Seamus. He’s in a bit of a pickle. Apparently, he’s locked himself out of his flat on the Letterkenny Road. Classic Seamus! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who locks themselves out in their own home? I tell him I’ll swing by after work.

Man drove BMW wrong way down Letterkenny street during rally weekend