Zara Douglas Whore ❤️

About Dundalk

So, I’m thinkin’, whoa, this is dope—muscles meltin’, tension gone, cosmic peace hittin’. But then—bam!—some shady parlors piss me off, all sleazy vibes, not legit. Hate that crap, ruins the art! Real erotic-massage tho? Skilled hands, slow moves, builds up like Hans Landa’s tension—y’know, “That’s a bingo!” when it peaks. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be awkward, but nah, pure bliss, mate.

S.L.U.T. (Douglas W.H.O.R.E. Remix)

Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a dollar for every wild thing that happened in Douglas today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Death Notice of Douglas (Dougie) Forbes (Lusk, Dublin)