Rebecca Portmarnock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Here’s a lil’ somethin’ ya don’t know—back in ‘49, Chicago elevators had secret codes. Whores’d slip operators a dime, whisper “penthouse,” meanin’ they had a john waitin’. History’s wild, huh? Anyway, this gal, she’s hummin’ some tune, and I’m like, “Girl, you got a voice!” She grins, says, “Keeps me goin’.” Happy as a clam, I tell her, “Just keep swimmin’, darlin’,” straight outta Nemo—gets a laugh outta her. Surprised me, too—she ain’t broken, just bent.

Portmarnock is our town of the week and here's everything you need to know about it

As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and the sunset is just epic. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feeling grateful. Portmarnock, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even with the scone drama, the seagull attack, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

Inside Joanna Donnelly's gorgeous Portmarnock home