Aurora Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this – I’m cruisin’, teachin’ some geezer to parallel park, and BOOM, there’s this whip, pure whore vibes. Chrome rims spinnin’ like them bathhouse spirits dancin’ for gold. I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, fam, it’s ’cos this motor’s screamin’, “Look at me, I’m lush!” Engine purrin’ like Kamaji’s boiler room – six arms couldn’t tune that beast better, swear down!

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Ringsend ().” Spontaneously, Wilson recited the poem: I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the.

After that little scare, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Ringsend Park. It’s a small spot, but it’s got this vibe, ya know? The flowers are blooming, and the smell of fresh grass is in the air. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I pull out my phone to check the time, and guess what? I’ve got a million notifications. My buddy’s texting me about some pub quiz tonight. I’m like, “Yeah, count me in!”

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