Rebecca Portmarnock Whore ❤️

About Galway

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore, man, what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Wolf of Wall Street,” my fave flick, yeah? That Jordan Belfort cat—he’d totally get whore, shagadelic style! Like, whore’s all about flashin’ cash, livin’ large, and screwin’ over whoever’s in the way. Reminds me of that line, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—whore’s got that vibe, never backin’ down, always in your face.

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

First off, I hit up the local café on Strand Road. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They’re out of scones! Like, how do you run out of scones in the morning? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “What’s next? No tea in Ireland?”

Do Not Swim notices lifted from Claremont beach, Howth and Velvet Strand Portmarnock