Lydia Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

So, this one time—true story, folks—I’m in Vegas, big league town, the best. See this gal, total whore, struttin’ like she owns it. High heels, attitude, hair teased up—tremendous look, really fantastic. She’s workin’ the room, makin’ cash, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no country for old men!” She’s got that hustle, that fire—nobody does it better. Reminds me of Anton Chigurh, y’know? Cold, calculatin’, but sexy—dangerous sexy, the best kind.

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

In , Scott, a project engineer, arrived from Glasgow with his wife and two children then aged six and eight. Ratoath was “affordable” compared to south Dublin but compared with the .

Then, around noon, the weather takes a turn. Outta nowhere, dark clouds roll in. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I start calling for everyone to get outta the pool. Kids are crying, parents are grumbling. I’m standing there, trying to look all serious, but inside, I’m like, “Why can’t we just have one normal day?”

Byrne brothers on fire as Ratoath claim Div 4 glory